A glass of Warm Milk

The maid doesn't have time to think.

He lifted his chin, and then agreed to Mellisa's suggestion. "Then, quickly heat up the milk, and take it immediately to the young master's place!"

"Understood!" Mellisa handsomely raised her eyebrows. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and the servant blushed.

After the maid left with the car, Mellisa walked back to the kitchen quickly.

She was still very good at making hot milk.

At Villa Lakeside, in the middle of the night, she often made Leonard hot milk.

It was precisely because of this that she overheard the "engagement" Leonard was discussing on the phone one night.

Mellisa took out fresh milk from the storage cupboard, and inadvertently recalled all the past events in her mind.

She curled up and laughed at herself, and the mist slowly rising from the milk in the pot obscured her vision.