Chapter 08 - Being Loved is also Being Taken Care of (2)




Translator: AmaEditor: reizora
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“Is the tea not to your liking?”
When I suddenly stood up, Yuria’s eyes quivering anxiously.
“It isn’t like that. The tea is really good. It’s just… I haven’t done anything since this morning even though I’m a caretaker.”
Wear beautiful clothes, eat delicious food, take a walk to help with digestion after eating, and eat delicious food once again.
P’w cba ajixlcu ilxf atlr yfmjerf bo atf rjijgs. Yc atf mbcagjgs, P klii cfnfg mbwqijlc fnfc lo atfs vfmlvfv ab vfvemar la.
“Prc’a tjnlcu afj abufatfg ilxf atlr mjc yf mbcrlvfgfv jr kbgxlcu?”
“Dfmjerf la’r oec, P mjc’a offi atja atlr lr kbgx. Zjsyf lo sbe yftjnf ilxf j rqblifv sbecu wjrafg, P wluta yf jyif ab mbcrlvfg la jr kbgx. “
Yuria then looked blankly.
“Fun….”
After murmuring that word to no one, his cheeks flushed.
Meanwhile I’m desperately thinking about what caretaking job is there.
Helping him getting dressed isn’t needed.
Work of maintaining the mansion, such as repairing things, washing dishes and throwing away trash has enough manpower already.
So what can I do?
Suddenly, Yuria’s finger came into my sight.His hand is big. His fingers are slender, but it’s also thick and long. The beautiful almond-shaped nails are cut short.
For example, maybe… Some erotic stuff-related work?
――no, no, no, no!! I quickly shook my head.
It’s just an old habit from my previous job.But seriously, I have a clean conscience. Well, really.
“I already talked to the maid, but they said it’s all already handled. But continuously doing nothing like this makes me scared. I can do general stuff, you know. If it’s something I can’t do then I’ll learn it quickly. That’s why, please you give me some work?”
“You’re right… As you know, we don’t need any housekeeper for now, and even if you say you want to take care of me….”
Suddenly, Yuria paused. Something must have come to his mind so I leaned forward immediately.
“You have something in mind, right? Tell me then.”
“That.. Please don’t laugh after I said it, ok?”
“Of course.”
Yuria’s gaze wanders.
Then he muttered. “….Can I squeeze you?”