"Miss Simpson? Miss Simpson?"
It wasn't until Nanny King's voice rang out again that Chloe finally snapped out of it.
"Miss Simpson, is it that you don't like the food? Or are you still feeling unwell? Should I call the family doctor over? Or maybe I can give the Eldest Young Master a call."
Before Chloe could respond, Nanny King had already started asking questions.
"No, Nanny King, I'm not unwell, and the food suits my taste and is really quite good. I just... suddenly started thinking about something,"
Chloe casually made up an excuse and then quickly finished her meal.
Nanny King was indeed very thoughtful in taking care of Chloe, gently blowing on each spoonful of food before serving it.
When Chloe was almost done with her meal, Nanny King, perceptive as ever, asked again.
"Miss Simpson, now that you've finished eating, I'll head downstairs. I'll tidy up and throw these away. Would you like to rest? Or do you want me to stay here and keep you company?"
