All the wealth of the world

ㅤ The steady rocking of the waves was nauseating. Leon, hiding from the noisy company in the cabin, breathed deeply, restraining the unpleasant urges with sheer willpower. "You should take a break, young master," Chaltier said sympathetically. "I'll try to sleep." Covering his mouth and staggering, Leon made his way to the bed and practically collapsed onto it. He hadn't felt this bad in a long time. "Good night, young master." If only he could sleep… But he was content with at least peace. And somewhere behind the door, Rutee was mentally re-examining her plan for enrichment. Knowing her mistress, Atwigh only sighed, making no further attempt to dissuade her. "I still think it’s a bad plan," Atwigh whispered worriedly. "Don't whine," Rutee whispered. "Just imagine what it would be like to have all the money in the world in our hands! We'll never be in need again. Neither we nor the children. For that, I can endure." "All your life?" "No, of course not!" Rutee sounded horrified. "I'll get a divorce at the first opportunity. Who would put up with such a thorn for long?" "Just because you don’t like him doesn’t mean everyone doesn’t like him," Atwigh said very quietly, lamenting. Having adjusted her hair and pulled up her already scanty clothing in a more erotic way, Rutee took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself for the "harsh test". Hesitating at the last second, she nervously asked Atwigh, delaying the "inevitable": "How do I look?" "No matter what you look like, he won't be any less irritable towards you…" "Oh, come on," Ruthie grumbled. At least the nervousness subsided a little. 'Well, whatever!' Rutee burst into the cabin without knocking, arching her back and pushing the door shut with her hip. Leon didn't chase her away immediately, unable to even manage to get angry. Rutee took this as permission to continue her performance. She strode seductively toward her target, never breaking eye contact. Leon watched her closely, trying to discern whether she'd completely lost her mind or was just pretending. The jokes ended when Rutee crawled onto the bed like a cat with obvious intentions, languidly saying: "I will fulfill all your wishes." 'Then leave my cabin immediately!' — Leon didn't exclaim angrily only because he was carefully restraining the urge to relieve the suffering in his stomach. Leon would have gladly unleashed Chaltier and mercilessly demonstrated the full power of his swordsmanship, but seasickness overcame him. There was only one solution: Leon pressed the switch, thoroughly shocking both Rutee and himself. Rutee rolled to the floor, shaking painfully. Leon looked no better. "Young master! How are you?!" "I feel sick…" he barely said. "Hey, I'm not that nasty!" Rutee immediately came to her senses, protesting. "Just disappear." Leon covered his eyes with his forearm so as not to see Rutee or the painful light. "Oh, really?! You're disgusting! You're unbearable!" Although noisy, Rutee did fulfill Leon's wish, slamming the door loudly as she left. Leon groaned piteously, pulling the blanket over his head, as if it could protect him from all external and internal adversity. "Perhaps it would make sense to tell Rutee the truth about her origins?" — Chaltier said thoughtfully, knowing full well that this was not an option. "Knowing her stubbornness…" "I don't think she'll keep trying. It's too much even for her. And if it suddenly jams again…" '…Better this way than for her to fall for Hugo's hook. ' He still didn't like Rutee. She irritated him to the point of insanity — he couldn't even think of caring for her. But Leon didn't want her to become a tool in the hands of a tyrant, trapped in the same cage as he was. She had something he didn't — freedom. 'Let it remain so…' The nervous shock distracted his brain. Briefly. But it was enough for his tired body to fall into a healing sleep, freed from unnecessary thoughts, which Leon didn't even remember upon awakening. Unlike the sulking, vindictive Rutee. ㅤ