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.

her spoon down with a frown, "What's

not undercooked,

panicked, "How could it be undercooked? I've been making chicken soup

method's fine, the problem must be with the chicken, right? But I remember Beverley saying she got

aback by her leap in logic but defended herself, "Ms. Millie, how can you throw such accusations at me? I've been with the Sherwood family for twenty years,

the police

she just wanted to stir

her frustration out on

people sleep

and was immediately

her demeanor, no longer interested in pestering the nanny, and

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a smile, "Murray,

your coat. I was just about

cut off by Murray pushing her

a word I said? I told you to