The man's body temperature was always high, like a furnace warming her body, unlike now, where both the bed and her hands and feet are icy cold, unable to radiate any warmth.
Avery Jane didn't know how long it took for her to fall asleep, only that at dawn, the sharp alarm clock in the room pierced through her pale dreams. She gritted her teeth and climbed out of the barely warm bed, quickly washing her face with cold water, forcing herself to be more alert.
Then she put on the servant uniform, her long hair familiarly tied at the back of her head, and headed to the kitchen.
The kitchen of the Hughes Manor was very large, with three chefs: one specializing in Chinese cuisine, one in Western, and another for desserts. Each chef was assigned two assistants.
Additionally, there were a few older servants responsible for the basic cleaning of food ingredients and tidying up the tableware.
