When I woke up the next morning, I found that guy Steven still lounging in bed, looking completely at ease.
I was about to ask him why he wasn't making breakfast when I remembered his hand was injured.
I sighed inwardly. This had completely backfired. I wasn't making things difficult for Steven; I was making them difficult for myself!
Now, not only did I have to take care of myself, but I also had to cook for that jerk Steven!
But who could I blame? I was too soft-hearted, my moral compass spinning out of control.
When I was changing Steven's dressing, I couldn't believe my eyes.
Yesterday, it was just a few small, insignificant blisters that looked like they were about to heal. How did they get completely infected overnight?
I couldn't help but wonder, this was just too strange.
Suddenly, a bold idea popped into my head. Could Steven have done this to himself...?
I dismissed the thought as soon as it formed. I'd been burned before; it was painful and itchy, making it impossible to focus on anything. Steven wasn't an idiot. Why would he deliberately make his injury worse?
Just as I was thinking, Steven's regretful voice came from above me. "I shouldn't have gotten it wet when I showered yesterday."
Hearing that, I flared up. "Didn't I specifically warn you about that yesterday?"
That guy Steven actually lowered his head and said with an innocent look, "I forgot!"
Looking at the girl, who was about my age, I gave a polite smile and then glanced at Steven.
Steven looked at Tess. "You can serve breakfast now."
Tess moved efficiently into the kitchen, and a moment later, a lavish spread was laid out before me.
Steven led me to the dining table and sat me down, explaining calmly, "You said the house was a mess, so I hired a housekeeper. She can cook, she's discreet, doesn't gossip, and she's a graduate from a top university, so you'll have things to talk about. When I'm busy with work, there'll be someone to even cut up some fruit for you."
Listening to Steven, I was a bit confused. Why would such a young woman be willing to work as a housekeeper?
Steven seemed to sense my confusion. He placed some vegetables on my plate and said casually, "It's a new trend. A lot of professionally trained university graduates like Tess are willing to work as nannies or housekeepers for wealthy families. The salary is several times higher than a regular housekeeper's."

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