Young Master listened to these lame theories, only feeling that Hannah Garcia's skin was indeed thick enough. He ignored her, but she kept nagging in his ear nonstop.
Did she not fear that he'd throw her out in a fit of rage?
"Young Master, I think we're really well matched, don't you think?" Hannah continued with her theories, "Look at our height difference, it's the cutest, and our looks, you're handsome and I'm pretty. Plus intelligence, I heard you have an amazing memory for numbers, and I also have this little talent, so I can take care of the family finances, don't you think?"
"..."
"Also, I can make really good coffee. If you like drinking it, I can grind it fresh for you every morning, ensuring you start every day feeling refreshed."
"I can also iron clothes, guaranteeing that every shirt you wear looks brand new, and I can..."
Young Master finally couldn't help but interrupt her, "Miss Garcia, all the things you can do, the housekeeper at home can too."
"..."
