章 7: Chapter 7

Agnes entered the kitchen. There, as always, was the cook who was feverishly preparing the lunch. The cook was crouched in a basin. She was cleaning something that Agnes didn't understand what it was.

"What are you preparing for today? Something delicious, I guess," she asked her cheerfully.

"Today, I am preparing very nice things," and saying these words; she raised her head to see her interlocutor. As soon as she saw Agnes, she remembered her immediately, and she had done the other day. Her look changed and thrown to her an angry gaze.

"You!! What are you doing here? Did you come to make any vandalism again? Be careful, do not touch anything. Or even better if you get lost from here. NOW!!" she shouted at her and showed her the door pointing with her finger.

"Okay, okay, I will leave," Agnes replied, agitated. She stepped back in fear; her foot stumbled into a hole on the floor and fell to the floor screaming.

«Aaaah! My ankle. Ah, how it hurts. My foot, my little foot. Somebody help!"

The cook also felt somewhat responsible because of her problematic behavior toward the little girl. The cook, as much as she wanted not to see her anymore in her eyes, cracked to the little girl's screams. Her look was not angry anymore but full of concern.

"Oh, my child, what happened to you? It's my fault. I should not have yelled at you. "

"Do not think about this now, mistress Nina. Please help me get up. It seems to me I cannot step it down on the floor. The pain is killing me. "

"Yes, my child, I am coming. Hold on to me to lift you. Just do not step on the aching foot and cause it more damage. I'll take you to my little storeroom at the back of the kitchen. There I always keep safe, clean cloths and various ointments for such bad times. I will take care of you. Hold on to me tight, and do not be afraid. I can bear it. I am a strong woman".

"Okay, and thank you so much."

"Do not worry, is nothing for me. It is the least I can do for you."

Agnes did as the cook told her. She held on tight and slowly managed to get up from the floor. The cook grabbed her by the waist. Agnes wrapped her arm around the cook's neck and slowly headed to the storeroom.

Adela, meanwhile, was waiting behind the wall for the right moment. She had heard it all and once again admired the little girl's intelligence. When Adela considered they would have left the kitchen, she took out her head from behind the wall and peeked. No one was in there, and she smiled. Agnes did her miracle again.

She straightened her clothes with trembling hands. She checked if the white hat was still okay with her hair inside.

She wanted to be polite when the boy would see her. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Her hands were sweaty, but she didn't lose heart for a moment. She didn't think for an instant about regretting and not going.

Carefully and quietly, she crossed the kitchen and went out into the yard. She took a bucket hanging by a nail on the wall, and with quick steps, headed to the well.

She looked around, but the boy was not about her great sorrow and misfortune. She felt her heartbreak with sadness. And now? What should she do? She didn't have much time. But she couldn't bear to leave like that without seeing him.

She decided to save time by drawing water from the well. She couldn't sit there and do anything. What kind of maid would you be then?

She threw the wooden bucket into the well, tightly tied with a rope. She waited a while and then pulled it up by turning the wooden handle. The string began to wrap around the wooden spool, and the bucket was lifted.

Adela, all this time, was struggling and gasping for effort. Inexperienced as she was at work, she found it very difficult to pull the bucket up.

With a long effort, she finally made it. She leaned on the stone edge of the well and took a breath, wiping the sweat from her forehead with her apron. She looked around again, but the boy was nowhere. Her disappointment was so great that tears clouded her eyes, but she wiped them hastily.

"I will fill my bucket so as not to arouse suspicion if anyone sees me, and I will return home," she thought sadly.

She placed the empty bucket next to the one filled with water. Adela carefully tilted the bucket of water and began to pour in the empty one. Then she lifted it in her arms to lower it from the edge of the well.

But unfortunately, she lost her balance. Water was thrown in her face blinding her for a moment. She would fall to the ground. It was possible to hurt herself by falling to the ground. More water was poured, splashing her.

At the last moment, two strong hands held her…

A lot of the bucket's water poured over, but that's the least. She felt grateful for the one who held her and didn't fall. She had escaped the worst, thanks to those two hands. But to whom do these hands belong?

She raised her eyes to look at her savior and came across with two eyes as blue as the depths of the ocean. They were the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen in her life. More beautiful than the little Agnes, Adela was fascinated by their uniqueness.

It took only a few seconds for Adela to realize that she was looking at the boy for whom all this had been done. And now, he was almost hugging her in his arms. She was in his arms! She was curious about the person who was so close to her.

Adela had been staring at him for so long from the window. From up there, she couldn't see the color of his eyes or his fleshy lips, but neither the charming corners of his face that made him look older than his actual age. Eventually, up close, he was much more handsome.

She felt the heat of his body penetrate it and melt. Her knees were untied. Her breathing stopped, but her enchanted eyes continued to look insatiably at his own. She thought that she would have no problem staying there, in his arms, forever.

However, the boy made sure that Adela pressed her feet firmly on the ground again, let lose her from his hands, and felt lonely.

"It seems to me you are fine now. Except for the fact that you got wet," the boy told her.

"Yes, I'm fine, thanks to you. I do not care about my wet clothes. I care that you literally saved my life."

The boy laughed a little embarrassed as he ran his hand through his hair. "Well, no, I didn't save your life. You would just fall on the ground and maybe hurt yourself a little bit. That is all."

"Yes, maybe. But I mean it when I say that you saved me." Adela looked at him with sheep's eyes.

The boy, feeling uncomfortable, took his gaze from her. It was apparent that he was starting to feel a little awkward.

"Well, then. Since you are okay, let me go back to my work." The boy told her and turned his back on her to return to his work.

"Wait a minute," she told him impatiently.

"What is it?"

"Why are you here?" Adela asked him, hoping he would tell her he had seen her and wanted to meet her up close.

"What do you mean? I work here." The boy answered, puckering his brows in wonder.

"Yes, I know. I didn't mean that. I mean here at the well. When I came, there was no one."

"Well, I felt thirsty, and I came to drink some water."

"Really? But you have not drunk."

The boy touched his hair, confused, and Adela wished to be that hair on his head so that she could feel his touch one more time.

"Yes, you are right. With all that happened, I forgot about it."

"You can drink now," she told him and offered him a large wooden mug full of cool water.

The boy took the wooden mug and started drinking greedily. He had forgotten how much he was thirsty. Meanwhile, Adela found the opportunity to admire his husky body and muscular arms undisturbed, now that he was not looking at her. It seems to have warmed up and turned the sleeves of his shirt, exposing his stiff and worked muscles to Adela's greedy eyes.

Her gaze went up. The boy was still drinking, and water flowed in small streams from the sides of his lips and fell on his shirt, wetting it.

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