A week has passed. In the past week, Sophia basically read books in the library, or went to the cinema on the third floor to watch movies. Sometimes she also went to the garden to look at the flowers, but if she wanted to water the flowers herself, a servant would immediately stop her. She would also want to go to the kitchen and try to cook something by herself, but would be stopped by the servants. "Madam, this is not where you should come." "Madam, this is not what you should do." This is the answer Sophia gets most often. Of course, like Michael said, they would eat together at a fixed time. But there was a long table, with the man sitting at one end of the main seat and Sophia sitting at the other end. There were many tall candles, beautiful decorations and some incense in the middle of the table, so it was a little difficult for both of them to look at each other. Moreover, when a man is eating, he will always be picky about the food. The head chef will stand aside and apologize. This really makes it difficult for people to have the desire to communicate with him.
On Friday night, when a young maid was serving soup to Michael, she accidentally touched the man's arm and spilled a few drops of soup on the table. The man put down the tableware, leaned back on the chair, and then looked back at the butler. The housekeeper immediately nodded in understanding and asked the young maid to be taken down.
Sophia saw it all. "Does she still have a chance?" Sophia couldn't hold back and asked anyway.

They had been quiet all this time, and the man did not expect that this would be the topic of their first chat since the last meeting and conversation in the small living room. "Everyone has to pay for what they did wrong." The man sat up straight again, crossed his hands, and answered calmly.
"Then can you give her another chance?" Sophia thought for a moment and still asked. She remembered this little maid. Two days ago, she went to the kitchen and wanted to bake a French toast herself. This little maid did not greet her mechanically or stop her like others, but instead enthusiastically found ingredients for her. When Sophia almost slipped, she quickly helped Sophia. Although Sophia was later invited out of the kitchen by others, Sophia remembered the sweet smile of the little maid.
The man raised his eyes and looked at Sophia. She sat upright, tilted her head and looked at him firmly. She was waiting for him to relent, for him to answer. "No." Michael finally answered these two words.
Sophia raised her hand to support her forehead, and then looked up at the man. He was still sitting upright like that, with black glasses covering his eyes. No one knew whether he was indifferent or contemptuous of himself. Sophia left the table, "I've finished eating. You can use it as you please."
Michael looked at Sophia's back as she walked away quickly, and an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The little maid was not left behind in the end. Sophia was always cold when she met Michael on the weekends, and the man was sometimes in a hurry and only glanced at Sophia briefly. Perhaps both of them were angry and tacitly ignored each other.

On Sunday night, Sophia sat in her room reading a book. A burst of cell phone ringing broke the silence of the night.
"Sophia, will you still come to participate in the environmental protection publicity lecture our group prepared before?" It was Wendy, a friend Sophia met in the club when she was in college. She is studying a double major in finance and financial management. Even though her major is full of copper odor, Wendy is still enthusiastic about environmental protection and public welfare.
Wendy's question brought Sophia's thoughts back. In the past two weeks, she had been tired of taking care of her sick father, saving the company that her mother had left behind during her lifetime, and then experienced a grueling one-man show at the wedding. Finally, she was trapped in this ancient castle like a canary, without any trace of her. free.
Seemingly remembering the fired little maid again, Sophia suddenly felt a fire in her heart. She didn't understand why she had to accept the mercy and arrangements of others without any dignity and freedom. This is not fair! She planned to talk to Michael.

"Wendy, I have encountered something recently and I have some troubles. I will explain it to you later. Please prepare with Mark and the others for the publicity event. I will call you back later." After hanging up the phone, Sophia found something on her phone. Michael’s contact information and sent him a message, but after five minutes there was still no reply. Calls to his phone number were also unavailable. After pacing back and forth for a few times, Sophia decided to get up and go out to look for Michael herself.
Sophia met Kate on the way, "Great, I want to ask where Michael is? I need to see him for something."
"Sorry, Sophia, I didn't know. Maybe the housekeeper would know."
"Where is the butler?"
"The butler should be in his studio at the corner of the hall on the first floor."
After Sophia thanked Kate, she quickly walked to the butler's studio. The butler was indeed there. Sophia knocked on the door and expressed her intention to come.
The housekeeper was sitting at the table reading a stack of documents under the orange lamp. When he saw Sophia visiting, he immediately stood up and smiled to signal Sophia to come in. Then the two sat on the sofa and started talking.
"Mr. Peter, I'm sorry! I hope I didn't disturb you!"
"It's okay, Sophia. Are you looking for the young master?"
"Yes. I have something I need to talk to him about. But he didn't answer my call or reply to my text message. Do you know where he is?"
"I think the young master should be swimming on the fourth floor at this time."
"Okay, thank you! Mr. Butler." Sophia stood up and said goodbye to the butler.
The butler also stood up and watched with a smile.
"By the way, can I ask you another question?" Sophia suddenly stopped and turned around to ask.
"Of course." The butler smiled and nodded.
"Who am I, Sophia Wilson, in the eyes of you and everyone in this castle?" Sophia said every word, her eyes following the butler's eyes.
Butler Peter didn't expect Sophia to ask this, so he was stunned for a moment and answered immediately. "You are the young master's wife, we should respect you very much."
"Yes, should very respectful? It's an interesting answer." Sophia was not satisfied with this answer, but she did not continue to ask because the source of the problem lay with the man.
"However, you are not as arrogant as you were at the wedding. Dear Mr. Butler." After saying that, Sophia left the room.
The butler watched Sophia leave, and the smile on his lips gradually faded. The eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses are deep and unpredictable.
The housekeeper made a call, "Ms. Sophia, she is an interesting girl. Maybe she will take action."
"She finally couldn't help it anymore, so the game would be fun." The man opposite replied with some joking satisfaction.
Sophia didn't know all this, she was still walking quickly to the fourth floor to look for Michael. And what is Michael doing now? Is the man on the other end of the phone exactly Michael?