Zoey’s POV
After eating the most delicious meal in the most comfortable position, I discarded the dish in a nearby trash can.
I walked toward my mistress and bowed to her happily. "Thank you," I said to her in excitement. This was the first time I felt so connected with my mistress and the feeling was so surreal.
"Are you satisfied?" My mistress cast me a languid gaze, but it never felt that way to me. Instead, I felt that she was hiding her concern for me with a dull look.
Inwardly, I was high on happiness because my mistress was asking if I was satisfied. She's asking if I've had enough.
I couldn't believe that my mistress had begun to care about me. Now, I feel regretful that I've eaten earlier, or I'll definitely nod my head to her questions. "I've had my fill," I replied to her r
