"Is this toxic!"
For a while, Bertha Swift's mind was filled with Adam Piers's slow, casual voice, making her mutter to herself in a tsukkomi.
Just as she finished her tsukkomi, her phone beeped. A text message from Adam Piers popped up.
Bertha Swift poked her head out from the covers and opened the message on her phone. "Can you get up? Do you want the butler to bring some food up?"
The message made Bertha Swift's face flush again. Sleeping until the sun was high was already excessive, and having the butler bring food up would practically announce to the world what they did last night!
Although she was quite happy about last night, it didn't mean she had the face to let others know.
Bertha Swift decisively sent back a "no" and forced herself out of bed.
After a quick freshen-up, Bertha went downstairs with a bare face. Rodney Marcus had already instructed the servants to be ready, so as soon as she made a move, the kitchen quickly heated up "breakfast."
