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.

spoon down with a

undercooked,

chicken soup for years, and it's always been like this. Maybe try

if the 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 you trying to pull a fast one on

at me? I've been with the Sherwood family for twenty years, handling everything from the finest dishes to daily chores. If you think I'm cutting corners, you can call the police right now. I

the police made Millie's

was anything wrong with the soup; she just wanted

on Beverley's nanny, giving back just as

sleep in

alcohol, and was immediately annoyed

quickly adjusted her demeanor, no longer interested in pestering the nanny,

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a smile,

your coat. I was just about to

was abruptly cut off by Murray pushing

you not hear a word I said? I told you to keep