"Perhaps," Nathan Moore had already gotten up and turned to look through the cabinet under the washstand while speaking.
Olivia Zane had not lived in the villa for a long time, besides, it was always Spring who took care of her, and Nathan Moore was really not clear about these trivial things.
Kneeling on the tiled floor, Nathan Moore searched through the cabinet for a while, lifted a white bottle, and turned around, "Is this it?"
A feeling beyond words surged in her heart. If she remembered correctly, that should be... what she used when she lived in the villa, and it should be expired now.
Not sure whether he was really too busy or simply didn’t care, even such obvious things hadn’t crossed his mind.
Suppressing the uncomfortable feeling in her heart, she watched Nathan Moore lift up the shower gel, and Olivia Zane feigned a blaming tone.
"Nathan, how long has this antique been here? It must be expired. What is Spring doing!"
Nathan Moore stood up, placing the expired shower gel on the washstand, the tall man finding it inconvenient to rummage while bent over.
He took a deep breath and said, "Spring has stopped working here, she went back to her hometown."
Clearly surprised, yet Olivia Zane said nothing. As the mistress of the house, she had no idea about the comings and goings of the housemaid, and nobody had informed her.
Her hands unconsciously tightened against the bottom of the bathtub, but Olivia Zane maintained a gentle smile on her face, "Is that so? Spring is not young anymore, it’s the age for her to get married."
"Hmm," a faint reply. Nathan Moore lifted his hand to push open the bathroom door, stepped forward, and dropped a remark, "I’ll go fetch some shower gel from another room," and with that, his tall figure had disappeared.
The smile on Olivia Zane’s face also faded with Nathan Moore’s departure.
Hearing the bedroom door close, she subconsciously glanced at the bathroom doorway, pushed herself up from the bathtub, stepped over to the washstand, and squatted on the tiled floor barefoot, beginning to sort through the items that used to be hers in the cabinet.
Shampoo, shower gel, essential oils... The items she had used, quietly placed in their original spots, perhaps due to long neglect, were covered in a thin layer of dust.
Picking up those items, looking at them, and then placing them back exactly where they were, everything seemed unchanged and yet, it appeared as if everything had changed.
Her lips curved into a faint smile, unclear whether it was mocking or bitter.
From squatting, her posture shifted to sitting; Olivia Zane’s legs softened, and she sat on the cold tiled floor, gazing distantly at the items inside for a long time.
Even though it was deep autumn, the cold tiles felt even colder, yet the chill seeping through her skin was nothing compared to the cold spreading in her heart...
Nathan Moore supported himself on the railing, striding up the stairs, to the fourth floor, the innermost room, where every year he asked the housekeeper to replace the items in the room with new ones.
The condition was, they had to be exactly as they were before.
The curtains were still the same color, the same fabric, even the pattern of the cuts hadn’t changed at all.
The light-colored patterned bed sheets were bought by Titus Zane himself and replaced. Later, worried that he couldn’t buy the same pattern again, he purchased all the bed sheets of this brand and this pattern.
He instructed the housekeeper to be careful when changing them, to avoid scratching them, even the bathroom products were still the same brand; every time he was on a business trip or happened to see them in a shopping mall, he would buy the same brand.
Now, even with his eyes closed, he knew the placement of those items, and how much Titus Zane had used when he left; he remembered it all clearly.