Chapter 77: In All Seriousness 0721
Hearing that, Vivian could not help rolling her eyes at her.
She wanted to say sothing but stopped herself in the end, even though she very much wished to scold this foolish blockhead thoroughly.
Confused and helpless—aside from touching her legs, could she not suggest sothing else? Was that truly the extent of her ambition, or did she simply not care?
Sigh…
Forget it. Since the atmosphere had already reached this point, she would have to take the initiative herself. Without further hesitation, she stood up and left the reception hall.
Eve paused, noticing the registration process was still ongoing and that no one had realized their Young Miss had left first. She followed quietly, leaving the noisy hall behind.
The remaining work would naturally fall to the Head Maid.
Sylvia herself felt rather depressed. She still had a heap of unfinished administrative matters regarding the manor and now had to review nas from the list to select suitable candidates for the gathering.
Truly exhausting.
But who else could do it? She was the Head Maid. Professional duty and the desire to give up wrestled within her. Just as she finally steeled herself—
A thick stack of background profiles landed before her, and all her resolve vanished. She could only prop her chin on her hand and stare blankly at the desk.
Her head spun. Dear God, could Heaven not reward her with an Eve of her own? Or at least let her feast her eyes… perhaps even pat her head once?
With a soft sigh, Sylvia murmured, “Little sister Eve…”
“Do you need ?”
“Eh?!”
The scraping sound of chair legs against the floor pierced the air as Sylvia sprang upright, gripping the desk, panic flashing through her eyes.
“When did you arrive? You frightened …” She patted her chest in relief and wiped the sweat from her brow with a handkerchief.
“Just now. The door was not closed,” Eve replied, tilting her head, puzzled by such a strong reaction.
Sylvia shot her a faintly reproachful yet gentle look. “Next ti, rember to knock. Developing bad habits is not good.”
“Apologies. I am used to it.”
“I will forgive you this ti. Coming at this hour… do you need sothing?” Her eyes brightened slightly.
A small hope stirred within her. Had Heaven truly heard her wish? Had she co for her?
Then she would not be polite…
“Young Miss has not eaten dinner yet, so I ca to ask where the maid responsible for the kitchen is.”
“……”
“Are you listening?” Eve waved her hand before her eyes. After a long pause with no response, she added softly, “Sister Sylvia?”
“Mm—ah, yes, I am listening.”
An awkward silence followed, felt only by Sylvia. So she had been delighted for nothing. Not wishing to delay her further, she regained her gentle composure.
“At this hour, she should still be in the activity lounge. You can look there.”
“Understood. Goodbye, Sister Sylvia.”
“Ah, wait—”
With what felt like a whoosh, Eve vanished from sight, leaving Sylvia with her hand still raised in a [please stay] gesture.
Not even a head pat…? Tragic ()
She collapsed back into her chair, montarily petrified. Only the breeze by the window seed to comfort her. Do not cry, do not cry—there was still work to do.
……
Ti was short and the task urgent. Vivian had slept until near nightfall and still had not eaten. After the eting she had returned upstairs at once.
Thus, Eve took it upon herself to find her food.
“I see… leave it to !”
The one who spoke was the maid responsible for the kitchen. Besides being a maid, she held official certifications as a star-rated chef, pastry chef, nutritionist, brewer, and more.
She stood at the top of her field. Remaining at Morninglight Manor was not for money, but for a place to let her talents shine.
When Eve politely asked her na, she waved it off. Simply call her Xiao Nuo. Absolutely not because the author had not given her a na (ahem).
Eve rely blinked and stood quietly to the side, watching her move swiftly through the kitchen like a warrior on a battlefield.
She did not understand a single thing.
Eve could do many things, but cooking was not one of them. If pressed, did tomato salad count?
“Do you truly not need help?”
“Not at all. Dinner is simple,” Xiao Nuo replied with a wave. She quite liked Eve.
Very interesting… no, very beautiful. Though why did she seem a little absent-minded?
“Ah, almost forgot—did Young Miss have any requests? No spices? Less oil? Less salt?”
Faced with this, communication between human and Vampire faltered. Eve replied calmly, “As long as it fills her stomach.”
After a mont’s thought, she added, “And two tomatoes, please.”
About twenty minutes later, a single serving of seafood porridge was placed before her, steam rising warmly into the cool night.
It looked excellent, though Eve could not comprehend Xiao Nuo’s look of bliss. No matter how fragrant or delicious, food held little appeal to her.
“Before you go, may I ask sothing?”
Eve nodded.
“You and Young Miss—who is on top?!” Xiao Nuo’s eyes sparkled with curiosity.
“I do not understand.”
“I an… who takes the lead!” She covered her face, twisting shyly. “It is embarrassing to say…”
Who takes the lead… in what?
Eve frowned. Was this so professional maid terminology? It had not been in the examinations.
Then she thought of Vivian’s lofty manner and concluded it made sense for her to be the one “on top.”
With complete seriousness, she answered, “Young Miss.”
“What?!”
Boom.
As if struck by lightning, Xiao Nuo froze. This was not the answer she had expected.
Eve waved a hand before her face. Receiving no response, she carried the tray and departed, leaving Xiao Nuo muttering to herself.
“Such a mismatch…”
……
anwhile, Eve arrived at Vivian’s bedroom carrying the tray, a tomato between her lips.
The door stood open. A cool breeze passed through the window, carrying the scent of incense and lifting her white hair. The large bed, however, was empty.
Eve scanned the room and tilted her head. Where was she?
She closed the window and gently shut the door as she left.
If she was not in her room, then she must be in the Study.
With that thought, she soon stood before the Study door. The handle turned easily—it too was slightly ajar. She pushed it open.
The door opened only a crack before she paused.
Her eyes narrowed.
By the desk stood a small red-haired figure, standing on tiptoe, shoulders trembling slightly. It was unclear what she was doing.
The only thing Eve could discern—
Was that she seed to hear her own na spoken again.
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