The annoyed look on Hwayeong’s face was hard to miss.
“Do I have to do it now?”
“Yes.”
“Fine, fine... but let me wash my hands first....”
“Here you go, Milady.”
Sohwa said, handing her the cloth she had already prepared in anticipation of this excuse.
Grumbling, Hwayeong reluctantly wiped her hands with the towel—deliberately slow—and glanced at the embroidery frame before sneaking a look at Sohwa.
Sensing her intentions, Sohwa widened her eyes in warning, making it clear she wouldn’t tolerate any tricks.
Sighing in defeat, Hwayeong finally picked up the needle.
“...I’m doing it, okay?”
“I’ll come back to check later, so make sure you’ve sketched out the full pattern tonight. If you don’t finish the outline by today, you won’t be going anywhere for the stakeout.”
At this ultimatum, Hwayeong muttered under her breath.
“You’re just like my mother.”
“I finally understand why the Madam used to scold you so much.”
