Chapter 34 : Let
Take a Look at Yours
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A figure hurried out of the Study just as Eve was standing at the doorway. They nearly collided, but fortunately she reacted in ti and moved her hand aside.
The tiramisu resting on the plate trembled precariously, making Eve’s eyebrow twitch. She inwardly complained—why act so jumpy?
Taking a closer look, she realized it was the private tutor responsible for Vivian’s education, an elderly man rumored to be a professor at so prestigious academy.
He removed the hat from his head, placed it against his chest, and bowed slightly in apology. “My deepest apologies. Did I startle the Young Miss?”
“It is fine.” Eve glanced at the half-closed door and asked calmly, “Has the Young Miss’s study session ended?”
At the ntion of this, the old professor sighed, looking helpless and puzzled.
He nodded. After hesitating for a few seconds—considering that she was probably the Personal Maid and therefore qualified to hear it—he spoke earnestly. “Miss Vivian’s learning ability is beyond reproach, however...”
“Yes?”
“When I attempted to have her write a summary, she said it was unnecessary and even asked
whether I had ever played... Texas Hold’em?”
After speaking, the old professor shook his head again. “First, let
clarify—I have never touched such gambling-like gas. I am rely puzzled... how would the Young Miss even co into contact with such a thing?”
“...” Eve fell silent.
Indeed, how would she have encountered it? Any clues? A noble young lady should be practicing flower arranging and piano, not learning things associated with common folk hoping to change their fate through luck.
After a long pause, seeing the professor sigh again, an invisible drop of sweat slid down Eve’s forehead. Still, she maintained the proper bearing and duty of a Personal Maid.
“You have worked hard. Would you like so afternoon tea prepared?”
“Ah... no, no. I still need to hurry back to the academy, so I will not stay longer.”
Since she had only ntioned it in passing, Eve did not insist. She nodded gently and watched him go downstairs before returning her attention to the Study door.
anwhile, as the professor left, he could not help but marvel—truly the Hatherin Family; even a Personal Maid could be so beautiful and captivating. He hoped she would not mind his sowhat impolite gaze just now.
After all, it was only human nature. One simply could not help but look a few extra tis...
...
Knock, knock-knock.
Hearing the knock, Vivian did not even raise her head. Sitting in her chair, she rubbed her temples. “Co in.”
When she saw it was Eve, her tightly furrowed brows subconsciously relaxed before quickly tightening again.
“You do not need to knock in the future. Just co in. I cannot be bothered with unnecessary words.”
“Understood.”
Unknowingly, she had unlocked the first exclusive privilege. On the road toward completing the full CG gallery, the white-haired maid, as a player, still had a long journey ahead.
Eve walked unhurriedly toward the desk. Books were scattered all over it, leaving no space for the plate.
Vivian glanced at her—mainly at the plate in her hands—then swiftly cleared an area on the table.
“This is what you said you strongly recomnded?”
“Yes.”
“It looks ordinary.”
Vivian spoke with a soft disdain, as if belittlent were written into her base code and approval were a virus—both existed simultaneously, yet the system still ran.
Eve handed her the fork. “Would the Young Miss like to taste it first?”
“If it tastes bad, do not bla
for losing my temper, hmph.” Vivian snatched the fork, dug out a piece of tiramisu, and stuffed it into her mouth, chewing quickly.
“Mmm... (chew chew chew)...”
“How is it?”
“It is rely average. Barely edible.”
She said that, yet her eating speed did not slow at all—if anything, it quickened. Bite after bite, her cheeks puffed adorably at the side.
Clearly, she loved sweets to her core, and the sugar helped relieve the fatigue from studying.
Gulp...
What sound was that? Who swallowed?
It was Eve. Do not misunderstand—it was not because of Vivian’s imrsive eating manner, but... for so reason, seeing her jade-white neck made her instinctively swallow.
Suitable for leaving a mark there...
Damn... not now. Eve simply closed her eyes and forcibly shifted her attention to the small legs wrapped in black over-the-knee stockings.
They looked slightly soft... proof she was well cared for.
Vivian had also changed clothes after returning. The indoor temperature was not cold—she wore a sleeveless ivory top tucked into a black pleated skirt.
Her petite figure was displayed perfectly. Admittedly, though her chest was small, small had its own charm—one hand could easily cover it.
Unlike Eve’s; not only could one hand never hold it entirely, even she herself had complained about her own magnificence. Whether standing or walking, it was quite a burden.
If only unwanted grandeur could be given to those who needed it.
Before she realized it, Vivian had finished eating. She ate, Eve watched—neither disturbed the other.
Only when those legs elegantly crossed did Eve finally lift her gaze and et Vivian’s slightly disgusted frown.
Vivian suddenly asked, “You have been staring for quite a while, have you not?”
“Replying to the Young Miss, I was not looking.”
“Does it look good?”
“It looks good.”
The answer ca almost instantly. Eve swore it was not intentional. Then she sensed even the air turn cold and stated expressionlessly, “Observing beautiful things is human nature. I hope the Young Miss can understand.”
“Did you laugh when you said that yourself?”
Whether Eve wanted to laugh was unknown, but Vivian was nearly angered into laughter. How could this person conceal perverted behavior with such seriousness?
She shook her crossed leg and folded her arms irritably. “Understand you? So the disgusting gaze is directed at my legs, and I am supposed to understand you, correct?”
Eve imdiately felt she had gone a little too far. It seed irretrievable now. She lowered her head slightly. “If the Young Miss feels uncomfortable, I can apologize.”
“What do you an ‘can apologize’?” Vivian raised an eyebrow. “Putting aside the earlier part—if apologies were useful, what would punishnt be for?”
After speaking, she set down the fork and switched which leg was crossed, deliberately moving slowly.
The black skirt hem slid upward, revealing more thigh wrapped in over-the-knee stockings and the faint suggestion of an absolute domain.
She glanced sideways. “Co closer.”
Eve complied. The mont she stopped, she was instantly stunned—who would have expected Vivian to suddenly reach out and lift her skirt hem?
“Take a look at yours.”
“Young Miss, this is inappropriate,” Eve said, unmoving. Even though her under-skirt scenery was now exposed, her expression did not change.
Naturally, there were no detestable safety shorts; the black mature style was openly worn. However, Vivian did not see it—the lifted height only revealed the thigh.
“What? You can look at mine, but I cannot look at yours?”
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