As soon as Dylan finished speaking, Aurelia was already prepared with water and a cloth.

“Alright, let’s start with the staircase,” Dylan said.

Eliana reminded herself not to get angry. Dylan was doing this on purpose. If she showed any dissatisfaction, she knew she would only face more humiliation.

Dipping the cloth into the water and wringing it out, Eliana knelt down and carefully wiped the staircase. In truth, it was already spotlessly clean, but Dylan’s nitpicking nature prompted her to do these tasks.

“Is it fell good, Eliana?” Dylan lounged in the living room with his legs crossed, flipping through a magazine. After a long while, he finally spoke...