Chapter 2

Coming back to my senses, I pretended to stand up casually.

"Oh no!" I exclaimed as I deliberately bumped into Yvonne's arm. The hot milk spilled all over her face and hair.

"Oh, Yvonne, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do that," I apologized frantically, grabbing a rag I had just used to clean the floor and started wiping her face with it.

"Lily! What are you doing with that filthy rag? It's disgusting!" Yvonne screamed, dodging away from me.

I put on an apologetic face. "I'm so sorry, Yvonne. I've been overworked lately, and I'm not in the best state of mind."

Yvonne glared at me, gritting her teeth. But thinking about what she had planned for later, she swallowed her anger.

"It's okay, Lily. I'll go get you another glass," Yvonne said, turning back to the kitchen.

Soon, she came out with another glass of milk.

"Here, Lily. Drink it while it's warm," Yvonne said, watching me expectantly.

I calmly took the milk but didn't drink it.

"Why aren't you drinking it?" Yvonne asked, starting to get anxious.

"Yvonne, why don't you have some too? I feel bad drinking alone," I said, shaking my head and putting the glass down.

"Oh, alright, I'll drink too," Yvonne said hurriedly, rushing back to the kitchen to make another glass of milk.

"Let's drink together, okay?" Yvonne urged me again.

I smiled and brought the milk to my lips. Yvonne watched me nervously.

But just as the milk touched my lips, I stopped.

"What's wrong now?" Yvonne asked, her tone tinged with impatience.

I smiled sheepishly. "Yvonne, I prefer my milk a bit sweeter. Could you get me some honey?"

Yvonne's cheeks puffed up in frustration, but she finally gave in and went to the kitchen to fetch the honey jar.

With lightning speed, I switched the positions of the two glasses.