Jill exhaled, her shoulders relaxing slightly, but her fingers still trembled as she looked at the bed, her cheeks still flushed. "Young Master…" she said, her voice steady, her gaze fixed on the freshly made bed as if it were a lifeline. "Your bed is made… Is there anything I can do…?"
I smirked, my eyes raking over her—her tight uniform, her full curves, the way her breath still came a little too fast. "Yeah…" I said, my voice casual, but my gaze intense.
"I'm going to take a shower. Can you bring me my clothes from the wardrobe…?" I paused, my lips curling into a faint smile. "Pick some suit… as I need to go out for an auction…"
Jill nodded professionally, her expression neutral, but her eyes betrayed a flicker of curiosity. "Okay…" she said, her voice even, but there was a hesitation—like she wanted to ask more but knew her place.
With that, she turned around, her skirt swaying slightly as she walked toward the walk-in wardrobe area, her steps deliberate, controlled.
