"Miss Sinclair, Young Master Quincy has asked you to shower and change. You can put your dirty clothes in this bag to take with you. Please be sure to take them. Young Master Quincy is a neat freak and doesn't like dirty things in his room."
After she spoke, the woman's gaze fell upon the messy sheets, and her brow furrowed.
'This woman actually messed up Young Master Quincy's bed like this. No wonder he uncharacteristically let me into his bedroom to clean up.'
"Thank you!" Claire Sinclair grabbed the clothes, hurried into the bathroom, and shut the door behind her.
She didn't dare take too long in someone else's room. After a quick wash, she hastily dried herself off and got dressed.
The bag contained a casual outfit and a set of disposable underwear. Claire Sinclair threw on the clothes in a flash, stuffed her own dirty garments into the bag, and hurried out of the bathroom.
