Soon, Jenny came out with water and brought a plate of pastries.
She put the pastry on the coffee table and handed the water to Summer. "I saw dessert, so I brought
some over. This was made yesterday. Mr. Connel thought it was delicious."
Summer tasted it. It was not very sweet, and a little glutinous.
Seeing Jenny looking at her expectantly, Summer said, "You are a good cook."
"I know how to make other pastries. If you stay here for a while longer, I'll make them for you." Jenny
smiled and narrowed her eyes, looking innocent and cute.
However, no matter how hard she pretended to be innocent, she could no longer deceive Summer.
Besides a servant who managed the courtyard and a servant who cleaned up the villa, Jenny was the
only servant in this villa.
Although Jenny was doing servant's work, she was different from other servants. Compared to others,
Jenny was obviously 'senior'.
Jenny told Summer before that she and Connel had the same foster father, so Connel did not treat her
as a servant.
Summer hid her thoughts in her eyes and said seriously, "Jenny, you are a good chef. I don't want to
leave. I'm worried that you may feel disturbed if I live here for a long time."
Jenny smiled more happily. She excitedly held onto Summer's hand and said, "How can it be? There
are only a handful of people in this villa. It is rare for us to receive a guest. Your arrival is very
welcome!"
Summer glanced at her hand that was grasped by Jenny. Jenny's face was filled with shock, and she
withdrew her hand embarrassedly. "I'm sorry. I'm just too happy."
"It's fine." Summer draw back her hand and smiled, "It's getting late. You'd better go to bed first."
Jenny nodded. "Alright. You can go up first. I'll clear up."
After Summer finished, she went upstairs and returned to her room.
In the hall downstairs, when Jenny was tidying up, she heard footsteps coming from the stairs.
She looked up, and found Connel standing on the stairs looking at her with a serious expression.
After giving him a glance, Jenny withdrew her gaze, as if she didn't see him. Connel only took a look at
her and then went upstairs.
After Summer returned to her room, she couldn't sleep soundly. Thus, when she woke up the next day,
she had dark circles around her eyes.
She and Connel met at the dining table. Summer only had her breakfast with Leonard, and Stanley.
Now, Connel was the third man.
Connel's appearance was almost identical to Stanley's, but Summer understood that he was Stanley's
twin brother, Connel.
To her, Connel was a familiar stranger.
Connel examined Summer for a while and said, "It seems like you didn't sleep well last night."
Summer blamed him, "Your house is to blame for its bad Fengshui."
Connel suddenly laughed and said, "Isn't it because you sleepwalked last night?"
"I sleepwalked?" Summer's heart skipped a beat, and she had an intuition that Connel knew
something.
"I'm a cautious person who cherishes life. I don't even know how many pinhole cameras there are in
this villa." Summer would be a fool if she could not understand what Connel meant.
She had paid attention to look for cameras installed in the villa yesterday. Because she did not see any
cameras, she went upstairs to investigate the situation in the villa last night.
However, she had underestimated Connel. To her surprise, he installed pinhole cameras.
She came out of her room so soberly last night and listened to the commotion. Connel actually thought
that she was sleepwalking?
Regardless of whether Connel really believed that she was sleepwalking or not, he had revealed an
important piece of information to her. This villa was filled with pinhole cameras.
She could no longer act rashly.
"Breakfast is ready." Jenny walked out of the kitchen with breakfast.
She walked back and forth a few times and finally brought out two cups of green vegetable juice. She
placed the juice in front of Summer and Connel respectively.
Then, she urged Connel, "Sir, have a try."
Connel picked up the cup and took a sip, and then his expression changed slightly.
Seeing this, Summer also picked it up. It tasted a bit bitter and like fresh vegetables.
"Ms. Summer, is it delicious?" Seeing Summer had it, Jenny asked hurriedly.
Summer pursed her lips and said, "It's a bit bitter."
"I have added bitter gourds. Bitter gourds are rare in this season. But recently, Mr. Connel needs to
calm down...." After Jenny finished, she continued with frustration. "I shouldn't have put 'calm down' in
this way. I have lived abroad for too long. The usage of many words has slipped from my tongue..."
Summer smiled, but she felt that Jenny was implying something.
Connel needed to calm down?
Why?
Summer looked up at Connel and saw him pushing the cup of vegetable juice far away with a frown.
Seeing this, Jenny hurriedly advised, "Mr. Connel, I made the juice myself. It's very nutritious. You have
to drink it."
"I don't want to drink it. Since you are the one who made it, you can have it yourself," Connel said as
he looked up at her.
"Mr. Connel, you...." Jenny seemed to be frightened and didn't know what to say for a moment.
Stanley threw the fork in his hand onto the dining table, his voice carrying a trace of anger. "If you don't
want to drink, leave immediately. Get out!"
Jenny seemed to be extremely afraid. She bit her lip and picked up the cup of vegetable juice. "Mr.
Connel, don't drive me away. I'll drink it."
After she finished, she picked it up and gulped it down.
Connel did not look at her and said, "Get lost if you finish. Don't be an eyesore here."
Jenny walked out with a wronged expression.
Summer watched them. Then she raised her eyebrows and look at Connel, saying, "Stanley is much
more gentle than you."
"Really? Don't compare me to that hypocritical man," Connel returned with a disdainful expression.
Summer coughed, as she couldn't believe what she heard. What did he mean that Stanley was a
hypocrite?
"Do you mean Stanley pretends to be kind?" Summer sneered, "No matter what, he is at least better
than you!"
A trace of anger appeared on Connel's face as he coldly called out her name, "Summer!"
Summer was completely indifferent to his anger. She looked at the entrance of the dining room and
said to Connel, "He called me last night. Where is he exactly?"
"You mean Stanley?" Connel's expression changed slightly.
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