Chapter 975 Indifferent
Johnnie stood still, not moving an inch.
Gabriella shifted and shot him a look. "Didn't you get it? I'm hungry and I want to eat you!"
Johnnie stayed silent, walked to the sofa, leaned in, and trapped her with his arms.
"Where do you want me to have sex with you?" he asked bluntly, no smile in his eyes.
Gabriella snorted, grabbed his collar, and pulled him down.
"Johnnie, remember, you're my servant now. I'm the one in charge!"
Johnnie looked at her and nodded. "Fine, you take the lead, I'll enjoy it."
His indifference made Gabriella furious. She pushed him away.
"You're dreaming if you think a servant can enjoy having sex with me. Go get me something to eat!"
Johnnie straightened up, fixed his clothes, and kept a straight face.
"What do you want to eat?"
Gabriella's eyes shifted. "I want fish from the Oman Hotel."
Johnnie paused. The Oman Hotel was over an hour away.
A round trip would take at least three hours.
Was she just trying to make things hard for him?
"Okay, I'll get it for you."
Johnnie was really a submissive assistant.
Gabriella looked at his calm face and got even angrier.
"Stop! I'm starving now, I can't wait that long."
Johnnie stopped. "Should I get you some snacks first?"
Gabriella sneered. "And you call yourself a special assistant? What a joke! I said I want fish from the Oman Hotel, and you think you should go get it yourself? You're hopelessly stupid!"
Johnnie knew she was venting and trying to humiliate him.
He didn't get angry and took out his phone. "I'll call the Oman Hotel and have them deliver it."
Gabriella threw another challenge. "I want the fish within an hour."
That meant the fish had to be delivered within an hour.
The Oman Hotel was over an hour away, and with cooking time, delivering the fish within an hour was impossible.
She was making things difficult on purpose.
Johnnie didn't argue and made a call.
"Arrange for your head chef to teach the head chef at Royal Crest Estates how to make a fish dish immediately."
Gabriella squinted.
They were at the Royal Crest Estates.
She said she wanted fish within an hour, and Johnnie found a way to make it happen!
"You want the Oman Hotel chef to teach the Royal Crest Estates chef how to make fish?"
Johnnie nodded. "Don't worry, both chefs are top-notch. The fish will taste the same."
Gabriella sneered. "You're just making excuses!"
Johnnie replied, "It's not an excuse, it's a workaround."
Gabriella snorted and said nothing more.
The room fell silent. Johnnie glanced at her. "Anything else? If not, I'd like to get some work done."
Gabriella gave him a look. "Who said I'm done?"
She wasn't going to let him off that easily.
"What else?"
Gabriella looked at her fingers, eyes shifting. "I want you to paint my nails."
Johnnie was taken aback. "What did you say?"
Gabriella smirked. "I said I want you to paint my nails!"
Johnnie paused, then accepted it. "Where are the materials?"
Gabriella sneered. "You're asking me? Aren't you the all-capable assistant? Can't handle a simple task?"
Johnnie stayed silent. He knew what he was in for when he came here. He checked his phone and called the general manager of the Gordon Group's mall, asking for a batch of nail polish to be sent over ASAP.
The mall manager was puzzled but didn't delay and quickly sent the nail polish to Royal Crest Estates.
By then, the fish was ready and delivered. So Gabriella ate while Johnnie painted her nails.
Seeing her extended leg, Johnnie frowned slightly. He thought she meant her fingernails, but it was her toenails! Oh well, no difference.
Johnnie took her foot and placed it on his lap. Looking at the nail polishes, he wondered which color she wanted.
Gabriella tossed her phone to him. "Here, watch this and learn. Don't mess up my toenails, or I'll paint your face with nail polish!"
Johnnie saw a pedicure tutorial on the phone. Gabriella wanted him to do her pedicure! He felt his anger simmering, but he said nothing. Fine, he would endure it.
Taking a deep breath, Johnnie watched the video and learned how to do a pedicure. He sighed inwardly. 'A dignified special assistant, now doing pedicures for Gabriella!'
Gabriella sipped the fish soup, ate the fish, and watched Johnnie's resigned expression. She smiled. A streak of sunset painted the sky red, and her mood was as bright as the sunset.
Johnnie focused on painting. Finally, one foot was done. He looked at the five beautifully painted toenails and felt a sense of accomplishment. He didn't know he was so good at it.
Indeed, Johnnie was cut out to be an assistant. No matter how trivial or ridiculous the task, he did it well.
"Switch feet."
By then, Gabriella had finished her fish. She glanced at her toenails, looking for flaws. But they were perfect. This Johnnie, he really did everything well!
Gabriella sighed inwardly. But she wouldn't praise him. She gave him a sidelong glance and mocked, "Johnnie, you're so sissy."
Johnnie glanced at her. "If you think I'm too feminine, get a tougher servant."
Gabriella's good mood vanished instantly. She kicked out her foot, hitting Johnnie in the chest. Caught off guard, Johnnie fell to the ground. He frowned and looked at her, his gaze finally showing some emotion.
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