Chapter 182
Leopold held Agnes in his arms and whispered, "I still have enough strength for this. If you don't believe me, we can try. I can carry you home now and still have the energy to chat with you."
Agnes covered his mouth with her hand, "You're teasing me again!"
Leopold gently pulled her hand down and kissed the corner of her lips with a smile, "Can't I be a little gentle with my own wife?"
"No! You're harassing me!" Agnes said playfully.
Leopold chuckled, "If I really left you home alone, you'd miss me too much, wouldn't you?"
"How can you be so narcissistic!" Agnes blushed.
At this moment, the light rain gradually turned into a drizzle. As they walked past the eaves that could shelter them from the rain, Leopold took off his coat and handed it to Agnes to shield her from the rain.
Agnes quickly pushed the coat back, "You don't have to do this. This coat is your favorite. It would be a shame if it got ruined." She knew how much the coat meant to Leopold.
Ignoring her protests, Leopold firmly placed the coat over her head, "I can buy another coat if it gets ruined, but if you catch a cold, it would break my heart."
These words brought tears to Agnes's eyes.
If Kevin knew about this, he would surely marvel at how Leopold used his favorite coat to protect Agnes, showing how important she was to him.
As the rain poured harder, worried that Agnes might catch a cold, Leopold immediately called his assistant to come pick them up.
The next day around eleven in the morning, Agnes appeared in the living room downstairs, still a bit tired.
The first thing she saw was Tiffany's disapproving look, with Lydia carefully attending to Tiffany beside her.
She greeted Tiffany, "Good morning, Grandma."
Tiffany tapped her cane sternly, "You finally decided to get up? Do you know what time it is?"
Agnes poured herself a glass of water, checked the time on her phone, and replied, "Sorry, I'm still adjusting to the jet lag."
Tiffany huffed heavily and waved her hand impatiently, "From now on, no more sleeping in!"
Agnes blinked, "Grandma, this is something I need to discuss with Leopold."
Hearing this, Tiffany looked a bit puzzled, "Leopold went to the company early this morning. What do I need to discuss with him?"
Agnes yawned and explained helplessly, "Leopold is very busy with work. He stays up late almost every night. And he always likes to wake me up in the middle of the night to chat, sometimes until three or four in the morning. Grandma, this is really a problem that needs to be solved. My sleep quality has been seriously affected!"
Tiffany's face turned blush with anger, "You two are simply shameless!"
Lydia, standing nearby, also lowered her head, not daring to look, and whispered, "Agnes, please don't talk about these things anymore."
They left, leaving Agnes looking at their backs, feeling very confused. "He's my husband. Isn't our married life normal? Grandma, don't be shy. There's nothing to hide at home."
Tiffany, who hadn't left the room yet, turned back and glared fiercely, warning loudly, "Shut up!"
Agnes immediately picked up her cup to cover her mouth, trying hard to suppress her laughter. Having elders at home really made a difference.
Living in the Neville Manor was indeed quite boring, often being treated coldly. With heavy snow falling outside, she wanted to go out for a walk but found it too cold. So, Agnes decided to find an opportunity to talk to Leopold, hoping to help at his company as his bodyguard.
After lunch, just as she was about to go out for a walk, Tiffany called her and assigned her a task, "The cleaning staff is off today. I see the downstairs needs a good cleaning. You'll be responsible for it this afternoon."
Hearing this, Agnes widened her eyes. The first floor was at least 3,000 square feet, usually requiring several people to clean. She couldn't do it alone.
Tiffany looked at her arrogantly, "What? Do you have any objections? As a daughter-in-law of the Neville Family, can't you even do a bit of housework?"
Hearing her words, Agnes chuckled. "I can clean, but Lydia must help me." She pointed to Lydia, who was gloating.
Lydia didn't mind because she knew Tiffany wouldn't let her do any work.
Sure enough, Tiffany's words extinguished her thoughts, "Lydia has other things to handle. Cleaning the house is your job!"
Agnes sighed helplessly. For Leopold's sake, she had to endure it. After all, there was nothing special planned at the Neville Manor today, so she might as well pass the time.
Entering the storage room to get cleaning tools, she began to work. It had been a long time since she had done such labor, especially after being with Leopold, she had hardly done any housework. Soon, she was already panting.
Looking at the two chatting and eating fruit in the living room, Agnes couldn't help but think, 'Lydia's so-called "important tasks" are just chatting and eating fruit on the sofa?'
Candice had tried to help her midway, but Tiffany stopped her. Elliot looked at Agnes wiping the floor with pity, wanting to take her away, but ultimately gave up due to Tiffany's stern cane tapping.
After two or three hours, the first-floor hall was finally cleaned. Just as she was about to take a break, she heard Tiffany call out, "The first-floor bathroom hasn't been cleaned yet. Go clean it."
"Okay." Despite feeling helpless inside, she accepted the task. But as soon as she walked into the luxurious and spacious bathroom, she felt overwhelmed, thinking it was unnecessary to be so extravagant for just a bathroom.
So, she quietly took out her phone and sent a message to Leopold for help: [Call me immediately and find any excuse to get me out of here.] After sending the message, she eagerly awaited a reply.
However, just as she was about to call directly, Tiffany appeared and firmly ordered, "What are you dawdling for? Hand over your phone!"
Agnes thought to herself, 'Am I really a Neville and not a servant?' But she restrained her emotions and tried to explain, "Grandma, watching videos to learn some cleaning techniques can help me finish the work more efficiently."
"Do things with full concentration. Hand it over quickly!" Faced with such harsh demands, she even had the urge to throw the cloth at Tiffany. Considering she was Leopold's grandmother, she gave up this idea.
When Leopold came home from work, it was already late at night. By then, Agnes had already taken a bath and was lying in bed, exhausted. Hearing the door open, she only slightly lifted her eyelids before quickly closing them again.
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