My Reborn Story Is Insane

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Joe, having just vented about the disappointing results from the Agricultural Institute, groaned, "I swear, I wish I could be eating that spaghetti Charmaine made! Instead, they dragged me into some huge feast this morning, and I'm still mad about it! Those wasteful kids are driving me crazy!"

Basil, lounging comfortably in his rocking chair, couldn't contain his smugness. He was in a good mood, and naturally, he felt the need to show it off.

Freya stepped into the yard and froze in her tracks at the sight of two suitcases brimming with dirty laundry. She was stunned. Didn't Master Field just got to Eragos yesterday? How could he possibly have accumulated so much laundry so quickly?

She felt a surge of frustration, but after taking a deep breath, she reluctantly sat on a small bench and got to work scrubbing the clothes.

She had never done housework before and certainly hadn't anticipated that washing clothes would take more than three hours.

By the time she reached the servant's quarters, Freya no longer cared if the bed was neat or not. She just lay down, eyes shut, and quickly fell into an exhausted

sleep.

When she finally awoke, it was already evening, and the woman who had left in the morning had returned.

She looked at Freya in surprise. "Why did you sleep here?"

Freya shot up in alarm. "Master Field!"

She scrambled to get up, but the woman stopped her. "Master Field's in a meeting with the city secretary right now. You can't go in."

Frustrated, Freya snapped, "I need to talk to him! Why did I even come here today if I can't see him?"

The woman hesitated, then suggested, "Miss, I was only temporarily assigned here, but I need to leave for a family emergency. How about this: for the next few days, you could take my place and stay with him. After the summit, when Master Field has more free time, you'll have a better chance to speak with him. It might even work out better."

Freya's eyes widened. "You had me act as his nanny for one day, and now you want me to do it for several more?"

The woman quickly tried to explain, "I'll pay you for the extra days, of course. But if you only stay for one day, it might seem like you're not fully committed. You're already doing so much, so why not stay a little longer? It could improve your chances."noveldrama

"I don't need your money!" Freya snapped.

She doubted that even a month's pay as a nanny could buy her a decent pair of shoes.

Her frustration boiled over. After spending an entire day washing clothes, only to see it all for nothing, she was even more reluctant to stay.

In the end, she threw her hands up in defeat. "Fine, I'll stay until the summit ends, but after that, I'm done!"

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Chapter 240 Thoughtful

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For the next few days, Freya arrived early each morning, carrying tea, washing clothes, mopping floors, and doing whatever tasks she could to prove her usefulness, all while subtly trying to catch Basil's attention.

However, she had to be careful not to push him too far, worried that she might upset him.

What frustrated her the most was how elusive he was. Despite being in the same house, she hardly ever saw him.

Finally, after Basil knocked over an inkstone in the study, Freya went up to clean it, only to find out he was taking a walk downstairs. Before he left, he left a note instructing her to clean all the windows.

Freya's face twisted with anger as she stormed off.

Half an hour later, she returned with a large rag, scrubbing the windows with a vengeance, letting all her frustration pour into the glass.

During this time, Charmaine received several voice messages from the Elders. The brief, 51-second messages all carried the same sentiment: "Charmaine, we miss you and the meals you make!"

Charmaine couldn't help but laugh as she looked at her phone.

She had ordered more meat and vegetables for the villa's kitchen, and after returning from school, she spent hours cooking, not emerging until dinner was ready.

When it was time to eat, Emyr entered the dining room and paused, staring at the spread of dishes-sweet, sour, and spicy, with various styles of food.

"Did we have guests today?" he asked, clearly surprised.

Charmaine smiled warmly, playing the role of a considerate host. “Mr. Emyr, I know you've been busy with the summit. You should take this opportunity to rest and enjoy your meal."

Emyr raised an eyebrow, his gaze meeting hers. She was smiling softly, her eyes shining like a clear moon. Her smile was so gentle that a small dimple appeared on her cheek, making her all the more endearing.

Alfred, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but comment, "Mr. Emyr, Ms. Nelson knows that you can't eat too much, so she only served one portion of each dish for you. She's really thoughtful."

Charmaine gave a modest smile, playing it off.

Emyr felt genuinely cared for, and as a result, his appetite seemed to double.

That night, however, he tossed and turned in bed, his stomach too full to be comfortable, while Charmaine slept soundly beside him.

Meanwhile, over at Basil's place, the same meal was delivered to the villa.