Nanny For Young Master's
Genius 19 - Breakfast

"Ready!" Nanny smiled wryly at Carver who now looked very handsome with the clothes he had prepared.

The boy was silent as he looked at the reflection of his body in front of the large mirror that was right in front of him.

"What do you think, young master? Do you like it?" ask Nanny. The woman looked at him expectantly.

Nanny really hopes that Carver likes the clothes he has chosen.

Carver was silent. He looked at himself from top to bottom, as if he could not believe it was him.

I. look very handsome. Apparently, Nanny was good at picking clothes for me. Carver turned to look at Nanny who was now smiling at him through the reflection of the mirror.

I love the clothes she chose, her heart.

"Ehem!" Carver cleared slowly. He raised his chin. With his eyes closed and his face blushing, he said, "not bad."

Nanny was stunned to hear what Carver said. His eyes immediately sparkled, and his smile grew even more resounding upon hearing that Carver liked the clothes he had chosen.

Young master likes it? Really? This is really unbelievable!

It felt really like a dream to hear the young master say so.

Nanny silently watched Carver who was still quietly closing his eyes. His face was blushing even more, making his white smooth cheeks seem like a person who had just been slapped.

She was absolutely adorable, Nanny thought.

Drkkkp…

Nanny's attention immediately turned toward the arrival of the sound. From the direction of the door, Nanny could hear the sound of knocking.

"Young master, I brought you breakfast!" said one of the maids.

"Breakfast?" Nanny showed a confused face. He immediately moved from his place, approached the entrance and opened it.

Outside the room, there was one maid and one waiter who came with a food trolley. On it was a dish neatly arranged.

Nanny frowned as soon as she saw them coming.

Yoke!

Karl put the glass in his hand onto the table. He then turned to focus on the fork and knife. The man was busy with his breakfast.

Karl is in the dining room. Sitting on a super large and long banquet table with several chairs on the left and right sides that are arranged so neatly.

Between the area and the size of the table, only the very end of the table where he sat was decorated with food.

This is how Karl enjoyed every morning. Sit at the dinner table, and enjoy breakfast alone quietly.

Gray stood not far from her, always accompanying Karl and making sure that he needed something.

"How long was I unconscious yesterday?" karl asked, breaking the silence that enveloped their togetherness in the super-large dining room.

"You fainted half a day, sir," Gray replied.

Karl was silent for a moment. If you remember it again, it is true. When he woke up after being unconscious, it was already night.

Gray was waiting for her outside the room. Gray refused to wait inside because it had become his habit.

"Half a day.." Karl muttered softly.

Suddenly he remembered the dream he had last night.

Nyut!

Again his heart ached when he remembered the dream he had yesterday.

Karl held onto his chest which suddenly felt tight. As much as possible, he struggled to defend himself and endured his pain in order not to create anxiety.

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