Two Hundred and Twenty Ninth Island Love Story

After three months in the job, Ms. Offee felt that she had finally started to adapt to the life of a British butler with a strong accent.

For this reason, she even borrowed a real British butler from the talkative Vice President Leonard.

Mr. Ferguson is a top expert in aristocratic life management. He has been taught by aristocrats since he was a child. He started as a stable boy and worked as a kitchen assistant, gardener assistant, tailor assistant, attendant, secretary, and art steward for 30 years. He was promoted to the second housekeeper of the Parker family, responsible for going abroad with Sir Parker and taking care of his daily life.

After listening to this resume, any thoughtful housekeeper should know that Mr. Ferguson is the teacher candidate that Chuck picked for Offie, but Offie doesn't know, really doesn't know, and doesn't have any associations.

So from the first day of the meeting, Mr. Ferguson concluded that Offie could not become a top housekeeper.

However, how to say?

Miss Offee is beautiful, natural, charming, and has an intellectual face suitable for glasses. Many nouveau riche who lack background cannot appreciate the beauty of a top butler. It is the type of excellent housekeepers that make them flock to them even more.

Isn't that adventurous, pagan Mr. Drake a typical upstart at sea?

All the puzzles are solved.

Mr. Ferguson, who thought he had seen through everything, quickly made a study plan for Miss Offee, focusing on performance, manners and demeanor, while giving up all professional-level advanced skills.

Then he discovered that Miss Offie was a remarkably quick learner, and unexpectedly learned.

Skills such as gardening, livestock, kitchen, tailoring, personnel management, accounting and registration, etc., she can learn almost instantly, and she can draw inferences from one instance to another, but she is hopelessly stupid in terms of taste and observation.

Miss Offee also quickly summed up the principles of the British housekeeper, just one word, take.

Hold the voice, hold the posture, hold the posture, hold the expression, the so-called necessary skills are no different from what she learned when running the hotel, as for the remaining boring things...just memorizing.

One month later, the master and the apprentice parted ways, each of them felt that life was not in vain, and their goals were successfully achieved.

Miss Offie has risen.

Facing the black slaves on the plantation, she floated in the clouds like a faith; facing the farm laborers who were also on the plantation, she fell to the mortal world like a saint.

Before the Indian servants,

She is no longer irritable and speaks softly. When she is around the white employees who are equal to her, she is like a spring breeze and has a pleasant smile.

Her status in the manor has risen day by day, she no longer encounters run-off and alienation, and all she can feel is warmth and respect.

It would be great if that was the case...

Well, in all fairness, the plantation and Miss Offee's expectations are still very close.

It's just that Lucy's Manor is somewhat different from traditional English manors, lacking strict and normal hierarchical concepts, and lacking necessary discipline and restraint.

The Indians regard this place as a tribe, and when they are working hard to complete their work, they like to celebrate and sing.

They also liked to avoid Miss Offie, because Miss Offie would not allow them to do this or that, whether it was chatter or whispering.

Struggle is fun.

They admit they don't dislike the straight Irish girl.

It is precisely because of her presence that they cherish the celebration and singing in front of them even more. It is like being in the jungle and being served by a beast. The feeling of being frightened and happy that will be interrupted at any time is unstoppable.

Besides, Miss Offie was never too critical of them, because she obviously hated loose whites more than happy Indians.

Papa Dylan who likes to fish, Papa Hill who likes to sleep, Papa Barto who likes to drink, and the Indian servants privately call them the three hells of Butler McCarthy.

Every trip to the pier was a nightmare for Miss Offee, and that feeling didn't change a bit whether it was before, during or after her ascension.

These three old guys would always stare at her with their cloudy eyeballs, ignoring her, half dead.

Of course, this was not aimed at her. Including Mr. Ferguson, who managed her demo staff, and the distinguished President Parker, many people who found them uncomfortable had been stared back by this silent disdain.

When Lorraine was away, the only exceptions were Vice President Leonard and Vice Admiral Olves who had shared experiences with them.

This made Miss Offie extraordinarily lonely.

Living on the isolated island of the manor, the only civilized species treats her as a different species. Miss Offee feels this kind of philosophical loneliness.

Fortunately, the talkative Vice President Leonard helped her again.

At the end of May, the number of Caucasian people in the manor suddenly increased, not because Lorraine and his crew returned, but because the family members of the three hells were picked up by Vice President Leonard.

Three families, ten new members, Dylan's wife and two daughters, Hill's wife and two sons and a daughter, and Barto's wife and two children.

Three beautiful small buildings with red roofs and white walls were built on the sunny slope not far from the pier, and the manor became bright overnight.

The three wives are very good people, very simple and capable, and they accepted the work of the manor within their ability from the hand of Ofe, and more importantly, they all had a loud voice and would protect Ofe, even if Dylan, who is the most talkative, can only keep his head down in front of them and behave cautiously.

The children's time at the manor was short.

On the third day of check-in, both boys and girls packed their bags early and were ready to drive to Kingston for admission.

Offie heard for the first time that the Drake Chamber of Commerce has its own technical school, and sailors who have signed a long-term contract like the Three Hells can enroll a child for free.

But without exception, they all choose to enroll all their children at their own expense, because even if not every child wants to work in the chamber of commerce, the chamber of commerce school is the best choice for them to enroll.

After graduating there, boys can go directly to the ship, girls can enter the trading industry, and those who are smart and studious can easily get recommended by celebrities, and enter the preferred university with a high school diploma recognized by the whole of Europe.

This is the hope that Lorraine sowed for his core employees. It didn't cost much money, but the effort it took was enough to move everyone.

The children of the Drake Chamber of Commerce are mostly busy, and they can only go home two days a week on weekends, and they often cannot make the trip due to distance, schoolwork and other reasons.

But even so, Offie was lucky enough to meet her first same-sex friend of similar age in her life.

Monica is Dylan's eldest daughter. She has the same independent personality as Ofil. At 20 years old, she is only slightly older than Ofil. She likes literature, music and theology. Become a teaching assistant in the school.

This time, as an adult, she did not need to come to the New World. It was only because the Kingston branch school was newly established and the newly appointed teachers needed a group of experienced teaching assistants to assist in teaching. She was recommended by Southampton with a high score. Reasons for job transfer and family reunion.

Miss Offie liked her very much.

The same sex, the same age, can talk to each other and exchange many unknown troubles and secrets. This feeling is charming and strange to Ofe, which makes her deeply fascinated and unable to extricate herself.

She knew that half of the new light in this manor came from Monica, and the other half came from the increasingly handy work and the three beautiful small buildings on the sunny slope.

"Maybe I can build a similar small building there instead of living in an empty villa..."

While thinking, Offie walked out of the manor cheerfully and reservedly.

Today is the weekend, the children will come back at noon, and Monica will also come back, because picking up and dropping off the children is one of the tasks of the teaching assistant, and it is a matter of public and private convenience for her.

And Offie also went to meet the children at the gate, because children were different from employees, and it was the butler's job to welcome guests. Being able to welcome Monica back by the way is also a matter of public and private convenience for Ofe.

Just walking out of the villa, she suddenly heard a unique call from the veranda.

"Yo, bad temper."

Offie's eyebrows twitched into a smile: "Ah, starving ghost."

Bell, who had been waiting for a long time, rolled his eyes and straightened up from the eaves pillar: "Grumpy, you are going... By the way, this weekend, you are supposed to pick up the children again."

"Your rhetoric, can I think you are doubting my ability to execute my job?"

"Not at all!" Bell waved his hands in embarrassment.

"Since it's not, goodbye."

After saying goodbye, Offie turned and left.

Bell didn't expect that the opening remarks that had been concocted for more than half an hour would have his throat cut with a knife, so he subconsciously chased him out, and took three steps at a time to get in front of Offie.

"Ill temper!"

Miss Offee immediately braked, stepped back, put her knees together, covered her chest, and nodded her head in a state of alert.

"What are you doing!"

Bell's sanity came back... Backed away, crossed his legs, raised his chest, scratched his head, and expressed regret.

"That...well...then what...anyway..."

He glanced wildly, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"I see that the neckline of your dress is a bit drooping, just right, I bought a brooch from a good shop during the stealth battle in Martinique, if you don't mind..."

"Won't the weight of the brooch make the neckline fall even more?"

"Uh..." Bell was at a loss for words, and he gritted his teeth and took out a palm-sized gilt rose from his pocket, and handed it over, "Anyway, don't put it on, I think it suits you!"

Offie took it suspiciously, and put it flat in the palm of his hand for a closer look.

The brooch has a certain weight, the flower show is large, and the workmanship is exquisite, but the material is not very good.

This means that it is likely to be a gift carefully selected from a small shop in a small place. It may not be expensive enough, but it carries the sincere heart of the chooser...

It's just... why did you give it to me?

Offie lowered her eyes in confusion, and saw her own chest.

Today's dress is rose-colored, with a beautiful open collar, which just rightly reveals half of her white breasts, wantonly showing her proud charm as a woman.

But as Bell said, the tailor's treatment of the neckline is obviously a little loose, and it can't fit the ups and downs of the chest well, which is somewhat flawed...

etc!

Heavy brooches, baggy necklines...

Miss Offee's face changed suddenly, and as soon as she raised her hand, she threw the brooch far away!

"Frivolous! Obscene! Shameless! Aren't you ashamed! Hmph!"

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