The wall sconces lit the entire corridor, and Malinda could clearly see what was written on the paper.
The lady blinked her lovely blue eyes, a flash of surprise crossing her face.
Then came...
Eagerness!
Interlacing her fingers, she rapidly rotated her wrists, her feet bouncing against the floor in a steady rhythm.
She looked like a boxer warming up.
Clearly, the lady intended to take those two words seriously.
Even the candle flames in the sconces danced along with her little hops, as though ready to cheer her on at any moment.
Without a moment's hesitation, Arthur quickly produced another sheet of paper he had prepared. In larger, bolder letters, it read-
Slap the face. Leave a handprint.
Only one hit.
No hitting vital spots.
Malinda's eyes swept over the paper, and disappointment immediately filled them. Deep inside, she heaved a regretful sigh.
She had never expected Arthur to react so quickly.
She had been hoping to seize the opportunity to land a couple of hard blows on him-a kick to the groin would have been going too far, but a punch to the liver was a must.
For no particular reason, except the precautions Arthur had taken back at Oak Manor. She appreciated his cautious approach, but that did not stop her from resenting the fact that he had been on guard against her, or from wanting to take the opportunity to punch him a couple of times.
Was that unreasonable?
Trying to reason with a woman was the truly insane thing to do.
Arthur understood that well, which was why he had prepared in advance.
Fortunately, the lady had no intention of being completely unreasonable, allowing Arthur to breathe a long sigh of relief inwardly. He was certain that once Albert had taken four of Oak