#Chapter19
/"Let me/" Blythe took the bowl and ladle from the maid giving her a sweet smile. /"Let me serve you, My Lord./" She hissed sweetly like a serpent.
/"Ah, not worry, Miss Garrick. The help will do their job./" Lord Knight replied to her in a knowingly. He was hiding his smile whenever he looked at Blythe's desperate attempts to impress him.
/"Nah, My Lord. My papa once said that a well-bred woman should know how to handle cutlery./" Blythe smiled at the Lord idealistically hinting about her inner feelings. Lord Knight understood it. What she was trying to do and why she was doing it, he understood as he was no fool.
