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    “Coming!” Elissa called out, her brow knitting in confusion. Who could be visiting at this hour?


    Opening the door, she froze. There stood Ernest, his tall frame filling the doorway.


    “Mr. Flynn…” Elissa stammered, her heart skipping a beat. What brought him here?


    “Yes,” Ernest said with a slight nod, stepping past her into the apartment with an air of quiet authority.


    “Mr. Flynn…” Elissa hurried after him, her voiceced with unease. “What brings you here?”


    Was he here to press her to leave sooner?


    Her eyes darted nervously as Ernest stood in the center of the room, his sharp gaze sweeping over the space. His attention settled on the corner, where boxes and bags were piled high.


    What was she doing? he wondered, his expression unreadable.


    Elissa shifted ufortably, a nervousugh escaping her lips. “It’s a bit chaotic in here,” she said, gesturing vaguely at the clutter. “I’ve been packing. Mr. Flynn, I’m searching for a new ce. As soon as I find one, I’ll be out of here, I promise. Just give me a few more days…”


    “What?” Ernest spun around, his sharp gaze pinning her in ce, intense and unwavering. His voice carried a chilly edge,ced with barely concealed frustration. “Did I ever once tell you to leave?”


    Elissa stood frozen, her breath catching. Did he really need to spell it out?


    When she had been hired as Locke’s governess, she had been granted the perks of a Flynn Group employee, including this apartment. But now, with her role gone, wasn’t it obvious she could no longer stay?


    “You…”


    Ernest’s face darkened, his words poised to spill over, but a sudden sound cut through the tension—a bubbling, hissing noise from the kitchen. The pot on the stove hade to a rolling boil, steam forcing the lid to rattle.


    “Sorry, one moment!” Elissa blurted, darting past Ernest to the kitchen, her heart racing as she hurried.


    Ernest trailed at Elissa’s heels, his eyes fixed on her every move as she rushed to kill the me on the stove. His gazended on a lonely pack of ramen lying on the counter. Was this her dinner?<fna02d> Official source is FindN()vel</fna02d>


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    Elissa spun around, startled to find him practically in her shadow. Her heart skipped a beat. Without thinking, she took a step back and gestured nervously. “Mr. Flynn, uh… maybe we could take this conversation over there?”


    Ernest didn’t budge, his forehead drawn in like storm clouds gathering before a downpour. A shadow crossed his face as he red at the ramen like it had personally offended him. “This is your dinner? Seriously?”


    For a split second, Elissa stood frozen, her brain scrambling to catch up. Then she realized he was talking about the ramen.


    “Yeah… I guess,” she blinked, trying to read his expression. Was something wrong with that now?


    Ernest threw up his hands, exasperated. “Where on earth is your paycheck vanishing to? Can’t you afford a decent meal?”


    Elissa was stunned. She’d been tucking every penny away, even handing it right back to him. And anyway, it’s not like she ate ramen all the time.


    “Mr. Flynn,” she said, standing a bit taller, “what I eat is my business, isn’t it?”


    The message rang loud and clear—he had no ce sticking his nose in.


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