Ruth opened her eyes and raised her eyebrows in surprised amusement. Well, well, it seemed Magnus was not the timid man who let women step on him after all. Had he been putting up an act? Or was he intimidated by a pretty dress and some jewels? Did he only chase servant skirt and other women he deemed inferior? Ruth smiled to herself and closed her eyes again. To think that she was above those common women now…

Although… he did mistreat the wife. Nevermind. The wife had it coming. Probably.

“I’m not a grass,” she said lazily, when the maid asked her not to tell on her. “Ye’ll ‘ave it better while ye work as my maid. Ye must stay on. I hope ye stay on. We can help each other out. I’ll make sure Magn- Mr. Carrington keeps ‘is hands to ‘isself. And you can help me navigate this hornet’s nest. What do ye say?”

She splashed as she sat back up. Lying in bath had gotten boring. She couldn’t wait to experience the next marvel. Ruth carefully got out of the bath and wrapped the towel around her body. She had never experienced the touch of something so soft and fluffy.