With a businesslike air, she queried, "Is Jeslyn upstairs? I'll head up to find her. Oh, and Mr. Waston, what's on the agenda for her lessons?"

Albert took a sip of soup, nonchalantly remarking, “Hungarian sounds great. You learned it in the past few years, didn't you?"

Jessie saw through his shamelessness.

Paying him any mind would only encourage him further.

She spun on her heel, gliding upstairs, ignoring his antics.

Albert finished the soup in silence. Wiping his lip, he called for Elsie, "You're off for a month. Send all the staff and gardeners home on holiday as well."

Elsie was taken aback. “Mr. Waston, what's the plan? You're still weak and need care."

Albert thought Elsie was dense.

He settled onto the sofa, flipping through a magazine with ease. “Got someone right here to look after me."

It took Elsie a while to grasp the situation. She admired Albert but also felt concerned. "Is Miss Green okay with this?"

Albert flashed a smile.

Elsie caught on and exclaimed, "Miss Green's a real softie. Mr. Waston, you're something else. Tough girls can't resist a clingy guy. Keep pestering Miss Green like this, even if she's sore about you being hitched, her soft spot will win out."

Albert questioned why he hired this chatterbox in the first place.

Elsie swiftly carried out Albert's orders.

In under thirty minutes, all nine villa staff were out the door.

Upstairs, Jeslyn lounged on the sofa, eyeing Jessie eagerly.

Jeslyn couldn't care less about learning Hungarian or anything else.

She just wanted Jessie to play with her.

She whipped out a Barbie set, begging Jessie to doll up the toys.

Jessie had no choice but to entertain Jeslyn and sneak in a bit of Hungarian teaching. She figured Albert wouldn't be too fussed about Jeslyn's progress anyway.