novelraw Chapter 605: The Identity of Your Master
Chapter 605: The Identity of Your Master
Chapter 605: Chapter 605: The Identity of Your Master
A group of maids were also watching her, gathered around the bed, staring at her intently.
"She really is beautiful. Even in such a state, she still draws the eye. I, as a woman, can’t help but take a few more glances."
"Yes, it’s a pity. I wonder what happened, how she ended up out at sea?"
"How much did she go through before meeting the Master?"
"Speaking of which, we must thank the Master this time. If it weren’t for the Master’s yacht just passing by, this woman might have been lost."
"But come to think of it, the Master has never been one to meddle in affairs. Why did he intervene this time?"
"Who knows! Alright, alright, it’s not our place to discuss the Master’s affairs."
A group of maids chattered away, watching Summer Sutton like she was a spectacle, then proceeded to comment on her.
Summer Sutton had just woken up, her head still heavy.
She rubbed her aching forehead, slowly lifted her heavy eyelids, and followed the maids’ conversation by asking, "Your Master, who is he?"
"This..." The previously noisy group of maids immediately fell silent.
The room suddenly became quiet, eerily so.
No one dared to answer Summer Sutton, as if the question she posed was a forbidden one.
"Is his identity something you can’t casually reveal to outsiders?" Summer understood and didn’t press further.
She had her principles. If others didn’t want her to know something, she wouldn’t insist on finding out.
The identity of the person who saved her was not important to her.
No matter who he was, he had saved her life, so to her, he was not a bad person.
"Miss, are you feeling better? Is there anywhere still uncomfortable? Are you thirsty? Hungry? Would you like us to prepare something?" The maid skipped her question and asked about her well-being.
Her words reminded Summer Sutton.
Summer herself didn’t know how long she had been on that deserted island. For days, she had hardly drunk water and had only eaten wild fruits, which was akin to not eating at all. Her stomach was so empty she didn’t even have the strength to speak.
Her throat was hoarse, like someone who hadn’t touched water for ages, perhaps affected by the saltwater, with a pain that felt like it was tearing.
The coarse voice, like that of a duck, was nothing like her usual soft tone, making her dislike it herself.
The maid looked at her with concern, still waiting for her response.
"Water!" Summer Sutton rubbed her painfully sore throat, asking the closest maid to her.
"Okay, I’ll get it for you right away!" The servants on this yacht seemed to have excellent temperaments, or perhaps it was because Summer Sutton was saved by the yacht’s owner, so the maids in the room tended to her very attentively.
The water was respectfully brought to Summer Sutton, and the maid helped her drink it down slowly.
Summer Sutton hadn’t had clean fresh water for a long time and drank several glasses in a row. Her throat was moistened, which made her feel slightly better.
"Do you want something to eat? We’ll have the chef prepare it!" the maid asked again, taking the empty glass and expressing her concern.
Summer Sutton nodded.
She was hungry, very hungry, having never suffered such hardship since childhood, and felt she could eat anything.
After that, the maid left the room to have something prepared.
While waiting, Summer Sutton leaned back on the bed and rested a little longer.
Over an hour later, a maid brought her a set of clean clothes for her to change into.
It seemed that there were only maids on this yacht, with no other women’s clothing available.
The clothes brought to Summer Sutton were a maid’s outfit.