Chapter 55 : Only One Person Has Seen This Scene
Vivian rubbed her brow and sighed, glancing at the wall clock. It was already past her usual bathing ti — she had clearly beco too carried away.
She waved her hand toward Eve, her voice light and full of fatigue. “Go prepare hot water. Find any nightgown for .”
Playfulness aside, Eve returned to her working state. She nodded, then asked carefully, “Do you have any requirents for undergarnts, Young Miss?”
Vivian was about to answer impatiently, but suddenly thought of sothing. Seeing Eve’s serious expression, she urged in a tone of exasperation, “Anything, anything — take whichever you like. Just go.”
Eve paused. What did she an, take whichever she liked? She was not the one wearing it.
Seeing Vivian turn away without any intention of continuing the conversation, Eve said nothing more and left the Study with the reasonable order.
Click...
The mont she closed the door and turned around, she saw several maids lined up beside it. Their eyes wandered, making a dozen fake movents per second — looking busy without actually doing anything.
“Ah, I… I am going to collect the laundry.”
“I just rembered I forgot to feed the cat.”
“Hey! Wait for ! I will help you!”
Tap tap tap...
In only a few seconds, once one person started, the rest followed. They scattered in a swarm and disappeared instantly.
But one remained.
“Head Maid?” Eve tilted her head.
“Cough… what a coincidence, Sister Eve, I was just passing by,” Sylvia maintained perfect composure, smiling with narrowed eyes.
“Have you eaten?”
“It is already late, Head Maid.”
“Ah… right, late. Then a midnight snack?”
Eve did not answer and simply shook her head. Her puzzled gaze made Sylvia’s scalp prickle.
Sylvia coughed again, left behind a quick “I have sothing to attend to,” and hurried away without looking back.
The white-haired maid remained standing there, silently watching the Head Maid’s slightly flustered steps, inwardly admiring her professionalism — truly worthy of senior experience.
...
Ten minutes later, Eve appeared in the spacious bathroom holding a black gauze silk nightgown and… a set of pure white lace underwear.
The top required no comnt. The important part was the panties — a small, cute design, with a bow in the middle that added a peculiar charm.
Not bad. Eve felt her taste was rather good.
Footsteps approached behind her, followed by a familiar voice. “Is the water ready?”
“Almost, Young Miss.” Eve did not turn back, focused on the temperature in the bathtub. A touch of her fingertip could precisely sense the degree — she was highly sensitive to it.
According to the notes, forty-five degrees was the standard, with no more than a three-degree variation.
Vivian crossed her arms and snorted softly. After approaching, she dipped a finger into the water as well. The temperature was moderate, neither hot nor cold.
“So slow… where are the clothes?”
“Here.” Eve handed them over.
Vivian glanced casually. The nightgown was fine. Her gaze lingered on the underwear as she said disdainfully, “You like this kind?”
A difficult question. Eve froze slightly, still leaning forward as their eyes t. For a mont she did not know how to explain.
She had spent five minutes selecting them — four of those minutes on the underwear alone. She had dug her own pit.
After two and a half seconds of silence, she answered calmly, never one to lie. “Yes, Young Miss. If you dislike it, I will—”
“Why so dramatic? I did not say I object,” Vivian interrupted. Though her tone sounded impatient, her mood was quite good.
She morized it silently. So she liked this kind? Then she would wear it every day and replace all the others with the sa type — let us see whether she could endure it.
Her beautiful eyes shifted back to Eve’s face.
The innocent crimson gaze blinked.
Vivian fell silent, the complaints she intended to voice swallowed back down.
She almost forgot — a Personal Maid did not need to go this far. The Head Maid probably had not taught her this either. With such a pretty face, why was her mind so inflexible?
Sigh...
But now she had no energy left to be angry.
Even facing that face she both disliked and liked, she could not muster any urge to attack.
As if nothing earlier had happened, as if Eve were only a normal Personal Maid — she preferred not to ntion it.
After a long pause, Vivian sighed softly. “Undress.”
The mont the words fell, the rustling of clothing sounded. Under Vivian’s twitching lips and incredulous stare, Eve began untying the bow at the back of her apron.
Her expression remained emotionless and restrained.
“I ant help
undress, idiot!” Vivian gritted her teeth, suppressing the surge of emotion.
Did this wooden fool truly need scolding before understanding?!
So tiring...
Seeing the red-haired beauty about to lose her temper, Eve stopped. After a brief pause, she quickly understood.
She thought: she should have said so earlier.
Without psychological burden, she stepped forward and continued the undressing — this ti targeting Vivian.
Without hesitation, the buttons along the waist of the high-waisted skirt opened one after another.
Freed from restraint, the finely made skirt slid down smoothly and fell to the floor. As Eve prepared to continue, Vivian moved first with her shirt.
Now only the smooth white pantyhose remained, tightly wrapping her legs.
Vivian lazily leaned her delicate body against the bathtub’s edge, naked except for her undergarnts. She lifted a leg, presenting that irresistible foot.
“What are you waiting for? You have already touched them — still hesitating?”
Whether in her proud posture or this languid elegance, she was equally captivating.
Seeing this, Eve no longer overthought. She slowly bent down, reached for the upper edge of the stockings, pinched lightly — and in one swift motion.
Whoosh — gone.
“Does it look good?” Vivian teased, her eyes full of mischief.
The two beauties t each other’s gaze — one standing, one lowered; one smiling, one calm. What could surpass such a perfect picture?
Perhaps only witnessing it personally could truly convey it…
Believe it or not, this was Eve’s daily life.
Stare—
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