Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

"Just do it, it's not like it's my fault if anything goes wrong. She's the one who asked for it."

"Alright, please lay down."

Millie eased onto the couch, "That's more like it. Sometimes you have to show a bit of spine before anyone takes you seriously. It's like you only understand tough love. Honestly, it's pathetic!" The nanny paused mid-motion, took a deep breath, and restrained herself.

"Did you skip dinner or something? Your hands feel like feathers. Can't you put a little more oomph into it?"

The nanny replied, "...Okay."

"Ouch! I said a little more oomph, not to break my back. Are you trying to pick a fight with me?"

Taking another deep breath, the nanny asked, "Is this pressure okay?"

"It's fine, I guess."

Half an hour later, the steaming chicken soup was served, its rich aroma filling the air. It was clear from the glossy sheen on top that it was perfectly cooked. The nanny had even added a touch of honey for sweetness.

taste, Millie put her spoon down

not undercooked, is

I've been making chicken soup for years, and it's

cooking method's fine, the problem must be with the chicken, right? But I remember Beverley saying she got me the best quality. So, are

throw such accusations at me? I've been with the Sherwood family for

the police

soup; she just wanted to stir up some drama and vent her

on Beverley's nanny, giving back just as much as

all this noise about? Can't people sleep

and

quickly adjusted her demeanor, no longer interested in pestering

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a smile, "Murray,

coat. I was just about to serve some

cut off

word I said? I told you to keep your distance. Can't