Love Contract

Chapter 8

Six days before the dinner, Y/N buttoned up the white long-sleeve shirt that Mr. Lee had provided her. She had just stepped out of the shower early in the morning, ready to assist Mr. Lee in preparing breakfast for the young miss.

Despite her short time there, Y/N had quickly adapted to her duties. The training from the young miss had become second nature, though the ache in her various body parts still lingered.

"Good morning, Mr. Lee." Y/N greeted the man, who was busy at the stove, the sizzling oil in the pan filling the kitchen with a savory aroma. Clad in a white long-sleeve shirt and a corset beneath a pink apron, he cut an amusing figure that always made Y/N smile.

"Good morning to you too, Y/N." Mr. Lee replied warmly, sending her a brief smile before turning his attention back to the pan.

Y/N rolled up the sleeves of her shirt, grabbed an apron from the little closet, and tied it around her waist. She took a cutting board and some fresh vegetables from the refrigerator, ready to make a salad. The crisp, cool feel of the vegetables in her hands contrasted with the warmth of the kitchen, creating a comforting ambiance.

As she sliced the vegetables, Y/N felt a sense of contentment. The rhythmic chopping and the gentle hum of the stove were soothing, almost meditative. Working alongside Mr. Lee had become a pleasant routine, and she found herself looking forward to these mornings.

"How did you sleep, Y/N?" Mr. Lee asked, glancing over at her.

"I slept well, thank you. And you?" she replied, meeting his gaze with a smile.

"Quite well, actually. It's always nice to start the day early with good company." he said with a grin, his eyes twinkling.

Y/N chuckled softly, feeling a warm sense of camaraderie. She finished preparing the salad and placed it on the counter, ready for the young miss's breakfast. The kitchen was filled with the promise of a new day, and Y/N felt a quiet joy in the simple tasks that lay ahead.

Suddenly, a high-pitched voice shattered the soft tranquility of their morning. "Yah! Y/N! Come here!" It was Sana, her urgent tone making Y/N flinch just as she was reaching for a glass.

"What happened to the young miss?" Mr. Lee enquired worriedly, his eyes widening with concern as he looked at Y/N, who sighed in response.

"Morning practice, Mr. Lee." Y/N replied, placing the glass beside the salad with a resigned air. She could sense the familiar tension building in the household.

With a determined step, Y/N immediately walked upstairs towards the young miss. The wooden stairs creaked softly under her feet, the morning light filtering through the windows casting gentle shadows along the hallway. Each step brought her closer to the young miss’s room, where she knew Sana would be impatiently waiting.

As she reached the door, Y/N took a deep breath and knocked gently before entering. Sana, the young miss, stood in the center of the room, her hands on her hips, a mixture of frustration and determination on her face.

"Y/N, we need to go over the routine again. I want it to be perfect for dinner." Sana demanded, her voice a mix of anxiety and eagerness.

"Of course, Sana." Y/N replied calmly, giving a reassuring smile. She stepped into the room, ready to assist with the morning practice that had become a part of their daily ritual.

The room was spacious, with large windows that let in the soft morning light, illuminating the delicate furnishings and casting a warm glow on the hardwood floor.

Downstairs, Mr. Lee continued his preparations, the familiar sounds of cooking providing a comforting backdrop to the day’s activities.

Despite the abrupt interruption, the morning slowly regained its sense of routine and purpose, with each person playing their part in the harmonious rhythm of the household.