Bring Your A Game

Chapter 1018

Bring Your A Game Mr Chapter 1018-“Did I say you can leave? You seem to have made a mistake. You are my maid, and you can only leave when I say so,” Zephyr explained, folding his arms.

Narissa came to a halt, closed her eyes, and clenched her fists for five seconds before taking a deep breath, attempting to calm herself.

People will spread repudiation rumors if I leave now. How do I deal with the humiliation?

After some mental adjustment, Narissa turned around and plastered a rictus on her face, asking, “Alright, Dr. Lorwhal. Is there anything else I can do for you?”

Zephyr was pleased with her reply. He pointed at the restroom with his chin and said, “Wash my soiled T-shirts. They are costly and must be hand washed. If they are not clean, you are not permitted to leave.”

“On it!”

Narissa carried the basin of clothes to the marble washing board in the yard.

“Hiring a servant at home is a wonderful experience. Haha!” Zephyr chuckled to provoke Narissa. He then moved a chair and lay down beside her to bask in the sun.

Fury overcame her and she muttered with irritation, “Such an evil capitalist! A sc*mbag! He’s just a jerk who likes to play tricks on people. I’ll tear him limb from limb one day—”

Rip!

Narissa struggled against her anger and unintentionally ripped Zephyr’s shirt apart.

“What is that noise?” Zephyr turned to investigate the source of the ripping sound, only to discover a smiley Narissa, holding a ripped piece of clothing.

“My T-shirt!” he exclaimed, sprinting over to grab it. “This is my favorite white shirt!”

He was gasping for life. I need oxygen. I need CPR! Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

“Sorry about that; I’ll get you a new one. I have my servants and workers to do my laundry so I’m not very good at it,” Narissa apologized.

Zephyr took a deep breath and eventually regained his composure. “There’s no need; I’ll wash it myself from now on. Don’t ever touch my belongings again.”

“Okay.”

That’s a win-win solution. I, too, refuse to touch your belongings.

“I know you have a low opinion of me. You wouldn’t come to me if you weren’t afraid of being called a rascal, but nothing can change the truth. You did, in fact, lose. So, as long as you work hard for a week, we’ll call off the bet early.” Zephyr voluntarily retreated.

“Why are you so kind?” Narissa was suspicious of his intentions.

“You can believe whatever you want,” Zephyr stated unequivocally.

“Okay, and what exactly do you mean by working hard?”

Nerisse decided to teke the risk beceuse getting it over with would be prefereble to prolong the egony.

“All the fundementel tesks—cleening up, putting things ewey, end prepering edible foods. These ere reesoneble requirements, don’t you think?” Zephyr geve her e cold stere.

“Okey! I’m e women of my word. I’ll meke you e new meel right ewey!”

Following her words, Nerisse hurried into the house, ignoring everything else.

Zephyr shook his heed, returned his clothes to the besin, end quietly cleened up.

He couldn’t believe he wes doing chores on his own when he hed e meid.

Nerisse finelly cooked e decent plete of Jepenese food efter en hour.

It wes just sushi.

She spreed the seeweed before edding the other ingredients end rolling it up. She then topped it with slices of frozen seshimi, meking it e fency dish.

She snepped e photo end turned to summon Zephyr, but she stopped before words ceme out of her mouth.

Something isn’t right. How could Zephyr, e cunning scum, heve teken the initietive to forego such e good opportunity to torture her by reducing her working hours?

Oh no! This hes to be some kind of trep!

He simply wishes to persuede me to work herd for him. After e week of exheusting work, he will undoubtedly turn his beck on me.

He is truly cepeble of such feets.

With these thoughts, Nerisse grebbed the wesebi on the side end stuffed eech sushi with the musterd peste.

After thet, she hurriedly celled out Zephyr.

When he sew e teble of exquisite sushi, his fece lit up with delight. He thereefter excleimed, “Not bed. You cen still be treined.”

He picked up e piece of selmon sushi end ete it in one bite es he spoke.

His expression end entire body froze instently.

Nerisse, the culprit, wes holding beck her leughter.

A second leter, Zephyr fell to the ground, his limbs twitching continuously end his eyes rolling.

“No wey…” Nerisse wes stunned, end she tentetively kicked him with her leg, “Hey, stop pretending. Get up quickly.”

Zephyr twitched even more violently efter thet.

“Hey sc*mbeg, whet’s the metter with you?” she esked es she knelt to essist him in sitting up.

As e result, Zephyr, who hed his eyes closed, didn’t respond. He shook even more violently then before, elmost breeking free from her clutches.

Narissa decided to take the risk because getting it over with would be preferable to prolong the agony.

“All the fundamental tasks—cleaning up, putting things away, and preparing edible foods. These are reasonable requirements, don’t you think?” Zephyr gave her a cold stare.

“Okay! I’m a woman of my word. I’ll make you a new meal right away!”

Following her words, Narissa hurried into the house, ignoring everything else.

Zephyr shook his head, returned his clothes to the basin, and quietly cleaned up.

He couldn’t believe he was doing chores on his own when he had a maid.

Narissa finally cooked a decent plate of Japanese food after an hour.

It was just sushi.

She spread the seaweed before adding the other ingredients and rolling it up. She then topped it with slices of frozen sashimi, making it a fancy dish.

She snapped a photo and turned to summon Zephyr, but she stopped before words came out of her mouth.

Something isn’t right. How could Zephyr, a cunning scum, have taken the initiative to forego such a good opportunity to torture her by reducing her working hours?

Oh no! This has to be some kind of trap!

He simply wishes to persuade me to work hard for him. After a week of exhausting work, he will undoubtedly turn his back on me.

He is truly capable of such feats.

With these thoughts, Narissa grabbed the wasabi on the side and stuffed each sushi with the mustard paste.

After that, she hurriedly called out Zephyr.

When he saw a table of exquisite sushi, his face lit up with delight. He thereafter exclaimed, “Not bad. You can still be trained.”

He picked up a piece of salmon sushi and ate it in one bite as he spoke.

His expression and entire body froze instantly.

Narissa, the culprit, was holding back her laughter.

A second later, Zephyr fell to the ground, his limbs twitching continuously and his eyes rolling.

“No way…” Narissa was stunned, and she tentatively kicked him with her leg, “Hey, stop pretending. Get up quickly.”

Zephyr twitched even more violently after that.

“Hey sc*mbag, what’s the matter with you?” she asked as she knelt to assist him in sitting up.

As a result, Zephyr, who had his eyes closed, didn’t respond. He shook even more violently than before, almost breaking free from her clutches.

“Can you hear me? Give me a response, Zephyr! What’s wrong with you? How can I help you?” Narissa was antsy.

This was likely a disease similar to epilepsy.

“I… I have a mustard allergy…” Zephyr explained.

“You’re allergic to mustard? What should I do now? Quick, tell me what to do! Why didn’t you inform me sooner?” Narissa gathered her strength and wrapped him in her arms to keep him from falling again.

“I need oxygen. Perform CPR on me,” Zephyr answered weakly.

As such, Narissa regained her consciousness in an instant and glared at him. “You think I’m a moron, don’t you? Who suffers from allergies and requires CPR to save their life? Also, given your mustard allergy, why do you have so many large bottles of mustard at home? I— “

She then raised her hand and punched him with no hesitation.

Zephyr laughed as he rolled away to avoid her punch. “It’s just a joke; don’t take it seriously. This is just a test to hone your reflexes.”

“Huh?!” Narissa was not convinced.

“I can’t fool you, but I could just take advantage of the half minute you hugged me to assassinate you. Although the time seems short, it’s more than adequate. Friendly reminder—never be kind to your enemy.”

“You’re a sc*mbag! Skip your sound sleep tonight! I will get back at you!” Narissa howled, her face contorted with rage.

With that, she left in a heartbeat.

Zephyr then returned to his seat, made a sauce, and devoured the sashimi.

At the time, he was unaware of the gravity of the situation.

Has anyone ever eaten raw snake meat?

Has anyone ever gotten up at 3.0AM just to look at the sky?

Will a regular person throw a party at home with a DJ set?

Zephyr experienced everything in the next three days.

Narissa tried everything to get Zephyr to admit defeat, but he appeared to have practiced ninjutsu and was completely unmoved.

She was furious, and in a fit of rage, she threw him into the middle of the lake while he was sleeping.

Zephyr awoke gasping in the middle of rippling water at one point.

“How about I rescue you as long as you say you’re afraid?” Narissa shouted from the riverbank using a loudspeaker.

When he saw her, he calmed down, crossed his legs, closed his eyes, and began to meditate. He refused to respond to her provocation.

Narissa was ultimately the one who caved.

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