'Is this the feeling Miss Feney was talking about?'
Shefilya recalled the strange things Miss Feney had often said to her some time ago. She hadn't really understood them back then, simply acting as a good listener.
She just never thought that after all this time, it would now be her turn.
Ali was still sound asleep. Lin Mo peeked into her room, then left without disturbing her.
When he came downstairs to the living room, he saw Shefilya sitting on the sofa, elegantly sipping tea in a new maid outfit.
Seeing Lin Mo come downstairs, she stood up, walked over to him, and bowed slightly. "Master, did you sleep well?"
She didn't seem suspicious in the slightest, her expression as cold and aloof as ever. If Lin Mo didn't know her so well, he might have mistaken her attitude for reluctance.
But in truth, this was actually a rather good attitude for Shefilya. Aside from still being a little unaccustomed to the new form of address, her tone could almost be called quite obedient.
