3. Is it really you?

All servants have their own parts, some work in the kitchen to cook, clean toilets, tidy up rooms, and others. Like Emily, she works in the kitchen helping the chefs there. The house does have a special chef, don't ask how much the chef's salary is because Oliver can definitely afford it.

"Baby, go to the dining room. Help Elina there clean up the dining table," Emily ordered before entering the kitchen room.

"Okay, Mom," Sophia replied.

It is not difficult for Sophia to mingle with other servants, the proof is that she already has a close friend named Elina. The woman is still young, she is only 23 years old and only worked three months ago. It just so happened that they were in the same room, that's why they were already familiar. Sophia chatted a lot with Elina yesterday.

Then Where is the girl named Jessica? Unfortunately, Sophia doesn't like that woman very much, she thinks Jessica is very judes, different from Elina. When in the village, Jessica always spoke arrogantly to her and that made Sophia lazy to talk to the woman. Fortunately, they are not placed in one room.

"How can I help you, sister?"

"Ah Sophia, come here. Help me put together this glass."

"All right."

Sophia began to help Elina in the dining room, the girl was happy to work there. Evidenced by Sophia's attitude that was so excited and cheerful that the other servants liked her.

"Sister, what time does Mr. Moore have breakfast?" asked Sophia curiously.

"Emm, usually at seven in the morning he's ready, but sometimes he chooses breakfast in his room."

"Why is it like that?"

"I don't know, I don't know either. Ah yes, have you seen Mr. Moore in person?" asked Elina and was replied to a small shake by Sophia.

"I guarantee you'll melt looking at his handsome face, he looks like a prince!" exclaimed Elina excitedly with bright eyes. As a single woman, Elina is so enamored with her handsome employer. Oliver has been her idol since she worked at the house.

"Is it true that I am going to melt? But I'm not a candle, sister," Sophia said so innocently.

"Haha, that's right. It's just a parable, Sophia."

"Sophia?" A servant called him from the direction of the kitchen, Sophia quickly walked up to him.

"Yes. What's the matter, Auntie?"

"Mr. Moore will have breakfast in his room. Can you deliver this food to his room?" pleaded a chef.

Sophia stared at the food in doubt, could he deliver it?

"No need to be afraid, you just need to keep it on his bedroom table," said the chef.

"Well, Auntie."

Sophia stared at Oliver's bedroom door in doubt, inexplicably afraid to enter the room. This is the first time he will meet his master. Sophia raised her hand to knock on the door, but there was no sahutan from inside.

"Am I just going in?"

With a steady heart, Sophia began to open the door. The sound of gurgling water sounded from the direction of the bathroom, no wonder there was no sahutan, apparently the owner of the bathroom was taking a shower.

Sophia stared in amazement at the interior of Oliver's room, looking so elegant and masculine. The fragrance of mint was immediately smelled by his nose when he entered the room. Sophia walked towards the sofa table, and then put Oliver's breakfast there.

"Wow! The room is so spacious," Sophia muttered in amazement. His eyes were now drawn to a large window connecting him to the balcony. Sophia walked towards the balcony which happened to be open.

The morning breeze immediately hit his face as soon as he massaged the balcony. The scenery outside is so beautiful when viewed from the direction of Oliver's room. For a while Sophia fell silent enjoying the scenery there, it felt so comfortable and a pity to miss.

"What are you doing there?" A firm voice sounded instructing Sophia. His body instantly stiffened because he was caught off guard by his master. He should have left this room directly, instead of enjoying the unimportant outside scenery.

Sophia swallowed her saliva nervously as the sound of galloping footsteps approached her. Sophia slowly turned her body and at that moment her body came face to face with the figure of the man standing arrogantly in front of her. Apparently Oliver was ready in his work clothes.

What surprised Sophia even more was that they were close enough, maybe about a meter away so that she could smell the soap from the body.

Not only Sophia was surprised, Oliver also gave the same reaction. Sophia looked up looking at Oliver, the man fell silent, feeling incredulous about what he saw just now. Their two eyes looked at each other for a while.

"No way," Oliver muttered incredulously.

"I'm sorry if I'm presumptuous, sir. I'll go right away." Sophia immediately cut off their eye contact and then bowed apologetically. He quickly walked out of Oliver's room.

Oliver came to his senses from his shock as soon as the sound of the door closing. This really feels like a dream to him. The little girl he had been looking for was standing in front of him?

"Oh my God, am I hallucinating?" Oliver rubbed his face roughly, he turned to stare at the door of his room which was now closed again.

Although eight years have passed, he still knows by heart the facial lines of the little girl who became his helping angel at that time. That innocent and sweet face is still neatly stored in his memory. And just now he saw a waiter had a face similar to his little girl. The difference is that the waiter's face looks more mature.

"Sophia Rosetta, is it really you?"

Oliver walked down the stairs with hurried steps. He wanted to make sure that the girl he had seen was not a fantasy. His gaze swept across the room on the first floor looking for the figure he had been looking for for eight years.

"Is there anything I can help, sir?"

"Auntie, did you see the girl who delivered my breakfast just now?"

Farrah seemed to frown in confusion, she didn't know which maid delivered her master's breakfast, because she had been in the pavilion from earlier. It is unusual for Oliver to ask which waiter delivered breakfast, because usually the man does not care.

"You mean, Elina or Jessica?"

Oliver didn't know what Elina or Jessica was, he never remembered the names of his servants. According to Oliver, it is not an important thing to remember. Oliver only remembers the senior servant who took care of him since he was a child. But this time was different, Oliver was really curious about the figure of the waiter he had never seen before.

"I just saw it today. Are there any new servants you recruited?"

"Yes, today there are two new servants working here, sir. A mother and daughter."

"What's his daughter's name?" asked Oliver impatiently.

"Her name is Sophia Rosetta."