Oliver Johnson couldn't help but laugh when he heard Eva Miller use the word 'you' in a formal way.
She had picked it up quite quickly and was even using an honorific for him.
Oliver did not take her advice to rest; he just stood by, watching her bustling about the kitchen. It was too large, and sometimes she had to take a long route to get something. So, he would ask if she needed anything and handed it to her right away.
"What's with Mr. Johnson today?" The old housekeeper and the maid exchanged a surprised glance, "He never comes home for lunch. Today he's acting unusual, even bringing a woman home to cook lunch for him?"
"Maybe she's the woman he's interested in recently."
"Impossible. Mr. Johnson has never brought a woman home. All these years, he's kept himself clean, never even a hint of scandal with any woman. Who is this girl who suddenly appeared?"
