Chapter 68 : Yoshi, Yoshi, Yoshi, Yoshi…
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“Even Young Master Perry cannot change the Miss’s decision. As her Personal Maid, I am rely carrying out my duty,” Eve replied without altering her expression.
Sylvia, maintaining her impeccable professional smile at the side, could not help but feel a flicker of concern. Young Master Perry might be sowhat incompetent, but his status was undeniably noble. To confront him so directly—this could easily escalate…
“Hahaha, interesting. Very interesting…” Perry’s gaze grew more brazen. He looked Eve up and down—from her silver-white hair to her maid uniform—before finally resting on her composed face.
“If Young Master Perry truly ca with sincerity, surely he would not insist on forcing his way in.”
“Are you teaching
how to behave?!” His voice suddenly sharpened.
Eve did not answer imdiately. She simply looked at him, her crimson eyes without the slightest ripple.
That silence only further enraged Nock. He felt completely ignored—by a servant, soone who should have bowed and scraped before him.
“I am speaking to you.” He stepped forward, nearly face to face with her. “Answer !”
“I have already conveyed the Miss’s intentions. I would also ask that you maintain proper decorum. If word spreads, it may not reflect well on your reputation.”
That struck precisely where it hurt most. Reputation and image were what he valued above all.
“Who would dare gossip about ?!” he shouted. Then he fixed his gaze on Eve and pointed at her. “And you! Do you not know to lower your head when speaking?! Who allowed you to look at
like that?!”
As expected, Eve did not lower her eyes. She remained unmoved, unaffected by pressure. If not for the Head Maid standing nearby, she would not have wasted so many words.
Silent resistance angered him more than any retort.
At that mont, Nock’s reason gave way entirely to fury.
This insolent maid needed to be taught a lesson. He would make her understand her place.
He raised his hand and swung it toward her face.
Sylvia’s heart skipped violently. This was bad—this had gone too far. She instinctively stepped forward, nearly crying out.
But in the next instant—when his palm was barely a finger’s width from Eve’s cheek—the motion stopped abruptly.
Nock froze.
Sylvia froze.
The arm that had been descending was held immobile in midair by a force he could not shake off.
If Eve could react to the air, she could certainly react to an enraged noble. With a steady motion, she had seized his wrist.
You see? Impulsive again.
Her fingers were long and firm. The grip looked effortless, yet Nock could not move at all.
“Please conduct yourself with restraint, Young Master Perry,” Eve said, her half-lowered gaze carrying faint disdain.
A re young master of the Perry Family?
Before you stands a killer stained with blood, a feared Vampire, the most trusted Personal Maid of the Hatherin heiress. The fact that she was speaking politely at all was already rcy.
Hospitality?
If she were to break your neck, would that be more acceptable?
“Let go!” Nock struggled, his face flushed red—part anger, part humiliation.
Eve released him and repeated coldly, “The Miss is unwell and will not receive guests today. Young Master Perry, please return another day.”
He sucked in a sharp breath, clutching his wrist. It throbbed painfully, as though gripped by iron pincers. A distinct red ring had already ford around it.
He stared at her, disbelief mixing with an unexpected glint of interest. Not only was this maid strikingly beautiful, she possessed considerable strength.
Where had Vivian found soone like this?
He was about to speak further when he noticed Sylvia standing nearby, eyes smiling yet sharp as blades.
For so reason, Nock’s reason returned.
Today, no matter what, he would not see Vivian. If he pressed further and worsened her impression of him, it would be counterproductive.
He let out a cold laugh and adjusted his suit. “Good. Very good. I will rember you. Tell Vivian I will see her at tomorrow’s gathering. I hope by then her illness has recovered.”
His gaze lingered on Eve for a mont longer before he turned and strode away.
Sylvia discreetly gave Eve a thumbs-up, then symbolically followed a few steps.
“Young Master Perry, shall I see you out?”
There was no reply. He had already stord out of the main house, leaving behind a truck of roses and countless gift boxes.
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Back in the reception room, Sylvia noticed Eve shaking her hand slightly, as though in faint distaste.
“Are you alright?” she asked with concern.
“Shouldn’t Sister Sylvia praise
for being impressive?”
“…Eh?”
Sylvia nearly lost her composure. Fortunately, she was a seasoned woman who had seen much in life; otherwise, such an innocent request for praise might have flustered her.
She cleared her throat. “Eve did very well. You did not disappoint . I imagine the Miss would think the sa.”
In Morninglight Manor, among dozens of maids, there was certainly no one else who could have handled that situation so calmly.
There had been precedent—last ti, one girl had been frightened to tears. The Miss had rely scolded her for disgrace.
After chatting briefly, Sylvia went to report to Vivian, while Eve first stopped to wash her hands thoroughly.
As for the roses and gifts—they would not be accepted, yet they would not be wasted either. The flowers would nourish the Back Garden, and the gifts would be distributed as rewards for outstanding maids of the year.
Working at Morninglight Manor offered a fine environnt, high wages, food and lodging, insurance—and occasionally perks like this. Who would refuse?
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Back in the study, Vivian listened to Sylvia’s report and nodded in satisfaction.
“She really said that?”
“Yes, Miss. I witnessed everything.”
“And she was not hurt?”
Sylvia blinked in surprise. The Miss showing concern for soone else? Truly astonishing.
“Rest assured, Miss. Eve is unhard. I shall convey your concern.”
“Tsk.” Vivian’s cheeks reddened. She slapped the desk lightly and awkwardly twisted a lock of hair by her ear. “Who said I was concerned about her? Do not presu to guess my thoughts! Do it again and I will dismiss you!”
Sylvia only smiled silently, watching her Young Miss’s flushed face.
Click…
The door opened. With permission to enter without knocking, Eve stepped in at just the right mont, breaking the awkward tension in the room.
Both pairs of eyes imdiately fixed upon her, intense enough to pierce through.
She stood montarily stunned until Sylvia excused herself, leaving with a aningful look that clearly said, Keep it up.
Then Vivian beckoned Eve with a curled finger, an uncontrollable smile playing upon her lips—like a hunter preparing a trap.
Hmm… how should she reward her?
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