"I asked Lady Veronica, and she agreed," Myra said as Leon was having his morning breakfast. "She even made a last-minute adjustment in all her plans today."
Leon listened to her, his attention fixed on the plate in front of him.
Cutting the sausage in half, he picked it up with his fork. Unlike his past life, he had to get used to this elegant style of eating.
As a CEO, he had visited fancy places regularly, but no one ever scolded him for how he held a knife or fork.
Here, however, the first time he used them, Myra immediately pointed it out.
It wasn't anything big. It was just that the way Leon held the knife had been off by eleven degrees.
He still remembered how she had gently corrected his grip without hesitation.
Since then, Leon had learned to adapt.
He chewed the sausage slowly, glancing at Myra, who stood beside him with her usual composed expression.
'She really takes this maid thing seriously,' Leon thought.
