Chapter 43 : A Morning Prank
When the sun rose again the next day, it still could not match the speed at which vitality returned to Morninglight Manor. Under the Head Maid’s routine eting arrangents, everyone had already gone to perform their respective duties.
At half past ten in the morning, a damp mop slid back and forth across the corridor again and again, yet the two beauties inside the room seed not to have fully embraced the new day.
“Mm...”
A strand of sunlight fell across her brow, turning the originally relaxed expression into a gradual frown. Only when her eyelids finally stirred did Vivian awaken drowsily.
“My feet are so cold...” She belatedly withdrew her bare foot exposed to the air.
Whenever she slept, she could never tell whether the blanket was disobedient or she herself was restless. Sotis it even slipped to the floor, waking her from the chill.
Rubbing her eyes and slowly adjusting to the light, she turned her head toward the white-haired maid who remained in the shadow untouched by sunlight.
Her head was slightly lowered, hands folded neatly, posture upright. Strands of hair covered most of her profile, and even the rise and fall of breathing could not be seen.
Completely burned out.
Seeing this, Vivian imdiately had an idea. She deliberately softened her movents and crawled closer using both hands and feet.
Leaning down and looking upward—yet the view was blocked by an overly magnificent obstacle, leaving her only able to see a patch of pale forehead.
She could not help clicking her tongue. “Why is it so big...?”
Seeing that peeking at the sleeping face had failed, Vivian knelt back into place. The next mont she set her sights on the drooping strands of hair. After staring for a few seconds, she reached out.
Gently and carefully she pinched the white hair and lifted it aside, revealing the entire flawless profile. At last she saw the sleeping face to her satisfaction.
Vivian blinked, like an artist admiring a finished work, repeatedly observing and leaning closer. She murmured unconsciously, “You look even better when asleep...”
Like a sleeping beauty sealed in ice, like a lifeless creation. While Vivian was imrsed in observation, she failed to notice the sleeping beauty’s eyelashes tremble slightly.
For so unknown reason, Vivian extended a finger and poked the other’s cheek, her lips forming a small O.
Previously she had only touched with her foot. Using her hand now produced a completely different sensation—very soft, extrely smooth. Even the lips were delicate. The entire face felt better than her own carefully maintained skin.
To be honest, was it her imagination, or did the body temperature feel sowhat low?
Her thoughts abruptly shifted from “Is she normal?” to “Is she even alive?” Vivian was about to try pinching again—
Suddenly, in less than a tenth of a second, those captivating blood-colored eyes returned to the world, carrying an instinctive chill of killing intent.
It was purely reflexive. Yet upon recognizing the familiar person, the owner of those eyes quickly returned to calmness, blinking slightly moist lashes.
She had grown too relaxed—actually falling asleep beside soone without even noticing their approach.
A few months earlier, anyone who dared such a thing would already be lying on the ground, peacefully put to sleep.
anwhile Vivian had frozen, still holding a strand of hair. After a brief silence she coughed awkwardly to cover the eruption of embarrassnt.
“Well... I was just looking. Nothing else.”
Eve looked calmly at the red-haired girl kneeling beside her, then tilted her head and touched her cheek, saying sothing that struck like an explosion.
“Does Young Miss not usually look enough?”
“What are you talking about? I definitely have not looked enough—” Vivian froze, then shook her head violently. “No, no, I did not look... anyway I was not deliberately looking!”
“Then just now was deliberate?”
“Hmph, none of your business! No more questions!” After speaking, she burrowed into the blanket at lightning speed.
Only the white-haired maid remained, still tilting her head. Then a rare smile appeared—so rare it would have startled Vivian instantly had she seen it.
“Young Miss, it is late.”
“......”
“Young Miss?”
The bulging blanket squird slowly. Then Vivian’s muffled voice erged: “I do not want breakfast. I will sleep a little longer. Wake
at noon.”
According to her schedule—an enviable three days on, four days off—this beca Vivian’s safe haven.
At this mont, her laziness was entirely justified.
Eve said nothing more. Sleeping was fine; she could rest for a while as well. She stood, left the room, and gently closed the door.
As she turned, she encountered Head Maid Sylvia approaching quickly.
Her normally composed and elegant steps now appeared sowhat hurried. Upon seeing Eve, she visibly relaxed and continued forward.
“Eve! I could not find you in the dormitory. I knew you would be with the Young Miss.”
“Does Head Maid have urgent business?”
Sylvia swallowed heavily, about to speak, but her gaze instinctively flicked to the closed door behind Eve. “The Young Miss is still asleep?”
Seeing Eve nod, Sylvia nodded as well, her tone returning to its usual steady efficiency. “The Hatherin Family Head called not long ago and requests your presence. The car is already waiting outside the manor.”
She paused, then added, “Since the Young Miss is still sleeping, I will handle matters here. Do not keep the Family Head waiting.”
Hm? The Hatherin Family Head?
Eve quickly ca back to herself. With no objection, she replied calmly, “Understood. Thank you for relaying the ssage, Head Maid.”
“Then go quickly. Perhaps you can still return for lunch,” Sylvia said with a gentle smile, stepping aside to let her pass, watching Eve depart.
The tall figure of the white-haired maid gradually disappeared along the long corridor. Sylvia remained standing until she was completely out of sight before letting out a soft sigh.
She then adjusted the collar of her maid uniform and turned to arrange the remaining tasks of the day—oh, and she still needed to find the green-haired child who had slipped away from duty to idle around.
......
Outside the manor gate stood a black sedan. The driver was already waiting respectfully beside it. Seeing the tall maid approaching under a parasol, he spoke:
“Miss Eve, correct?”
“Yes.”
The driver bowed and opened the door for her. “Please.”
Though she appeared to be rely a maid, she was personally summoned by the Family Head. He dared not show the slightest negligence nor ask unnecessary questions.
After Eve sat inside, the vehicle departed smoothly from Morninglight Manor, heading toward the city center.
The car interior was extrely quiet. Even the windows were specially made bulletproof glass. Eve sat upright, gazing at the rapidly passing streets outside.
The sudden summons from the Hatherin Family Head—even sending a car personally—left the reason unknown.
“Ah... I need to use the restroom...”
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