Chapter 66 : Then What About My Work?
“Miss, would you like more?”
“N… no need.”
Vivian twitched the corner of her mouth, wondering whether this girl truly did not understand or was pretending not to—eat, eat, eat, all she ever thought about was eating!
After Eve finished the remaining tomato, Vivian finally moved her hand away from her chin. When their eyes t, she awkwardly looked aside first.
Then she felt that Eve simply standing there still lacked sothing. A spark of inspiration flashed, as though an invisible lightbulb lit above her head.
She stood up and, under Eve’s puzzled gaze, pointed at the chair and ordered, “Sit. I am too lazy to explain. Just do it.”
A perfect prediction—Eve’s words were blocked before she could speak.
The maid obediently sat down. Vivian gathered herself for a mont, still feeling sothing missing. The next second she lifted Eve’s skirt slightly, revealing the long legs hidden beneath.
Now that was better, hmph.
Her petite body settled atop the seat, deliberately adjusting her posture so the warmth between them transmitted more directly.
It felt… sowhat strange. Those who knew would say she was sitting; those who did not might think otherwise.
Vivian softly snorted, took another sip of tea, set the cup down, and leaned back into Eve’s arms, using the soft support behind her as a pillow.
Comfortable…
Throughout the entire process Eve did not resist. There was only one issue—the little lady was rather restless, shifting every so often.
Then Vivian tilted her head up toward her with a faint hum. Was that a kind of provocation?
Relying on strong willpower, Eve endured for two and a half minutes. Though already an admirable record, she ultimately could not resist placing a hand firmly upon her thigh.
“Restless hands?” Vivian turned her face sideways, eyes half-lowered in a charming expression. While leaning back she idly played with the emblem on the collar. “Enough playing—about earlier at the door, that person gave you trouble?”
Eve did not deny it. “It was nothing.”
“Nothing? Heh…”
Perhaps this was ant to win a beauty’s smile—though the humor was unclear.
“Relying on years of service and thinking seniority gives authority—I am not unaware,” she said with faint disdain. “I have already been rciful enough to keep her in the manor. You just do your duty…”
Her voice paused. She relaxed completely into Eve’s arms before adding, “If such things happen again, do not forget what is around your neck. It is not rely decoration.”
“If you wish, beat her and have the guards throw her out. You have that right. It saves
the trouble of dirtying my hands. She is replaceable anyway.”
Seeing the object was like seeing the person. Truthfully, Eve had forgotten about it earlier—its black color blended easily with the ribbon she already wore, unless one noticed the gleaming emblem.
“I said so much—were you listening?” Vivian complained irritably, almost like a resentful newlywed.
“I was. But this duty… is there more?”
“Aren’t you doing it right now?”
Eve realized belatedly. As she understood, her hands instinctively adjusted their motion, drawing a satisfied little hum from Vivian.
A Personal Maid—aside from daily tasks, attending to needs was reasonable. Yet in Eve’s understanding, it satisfied both parties. Naturally a win-win; she did not see the loss.
“Alright, now back to business.”
Hmm? Another matter?
“I just received a report saying… a certain maid neglected work and chatted happily with other servants in the back garden.” Vivian smiled—dangerously. She tugged lightly at the collar emblem and asked, “Is that true?”
Eve remained calm. “I have said before: personal space does not conflict with serving the Miss.”
“But I simply do not want you to have it. What then?” Vivian sounded stubborn, clearly displeased. “Why do you not laugh and chat with
instead?”
Until this perfect painting was finished, she intended to be the only one holding the brush. Anything extra could disappear.
“First, I must clarify—I did not laugh.”
“So you did chat?”
“……”
Even Eve found this difficult to answer. Explaining seed troubleso… wait, why explain at all?
After eting Vivian’s unwavering gaze, she simply chose a different approach.
Her fingers, resting near the thigh, shifted slightly—
“Ah—” Vivian instantly grabbed the offending hands by instinct. Recovering, she snapped, “Do not push your luck.”
“You said, if I wished.”
Vivian’s expression froze. A question mark almost appeared over her head. Good—now the dog learned to use the rules against her?
At this rate… she dared not imagine it. Perhaps the rules needed revising.
“I also believe you would not go back on your word.”
“Tsk…”
Everything she had prepared stuck in her throat. Her body softened as she gave up resisting.
“I will not pursue it anymore, alright? Idiot… gently!”
The pressure lessened. Vivian still looked sulky, her puffed cheeks lacking all dignity.
Without realizing it, even she had lowered her bottom line further and further.
Just then—
The study door suddenly opened, followed by the hurried Head Maid Sylvia.
“Miss, I have sothing—” her voice grew smaller and smaller as she saw the scene, finally finishing unconsciously, “…to report.”
Vivian × Eve: ………
“My deepest apologies for the disturbance.”
Sylvia had only one thought—retreat imdiately!
Preferably pretend she saw nothing and was never here.
“Co back here!”
Vivian’s sharp voice stopped her mid-escape, forcing her to step back into the study and close the door behind her.
Click.
The air fell silent, yet an invisible fire burned, sharp enough to pierce the heart.
Sylvia straightened, adjusted her monocle, and respectfully stood across the desk—facing the still not-separated white-haired maid and the Young Miss.
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