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.

Millie put her spoon down with a frown, "What's this flavor? It

not undercooked, is

chicken soup for years,

the problem must be with the chicken, right? But I remember Beverley saying she got me

at me? I've been with the Sherwood family for twenty years, handling everything from the finest dishes to

of the police made Millie's eyes

anything wrong with the soup; she just wanted to stir up

she took her frustration out on Beverley's nanny, giving

about? Can't people sleep in peace? Got nothing better to

of alcohol, and

adjusted her demeanor, no longer interested in pestering

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with a

your coat. I was just about to serve

abruptly cut off by Murray pushing her

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