The breakfast was brought by Nicolar Taylor.
"Miss Thompson, please have your breakfast."
"Thank you." Viola Thompson had just taken a shower and came out of the bathroom, wearing a bathrobe with a belt tied around her waist, revealing her attractive collarbones, "By the way, I want to ask, is Lady Thompson very busy? Can you take me to visit her?"
She can't keep waiting like this.
Nicolar Taylor looked at Viola Thompson with admiring eyes.
If one could become a woman like Viola Thompson, life would not be in vain.
Nicolar Taylor continued: "Miss Thompson, if you are really in a hurry, I can go ask Lady Thompson for you later."
"That would be wonderful, thank you."
"Of course." Nicolar Taylor really liked Viola Thompson, not only for her good looks and pleasant voice, but also for her impeccable manners.
Though there wasn't any milk tea, Viola Thompson's favorite, she still finished everything earnestly.
She always avoids wasting food.
