"Excellent work, everyone!" Have a good night's sleep! "Madison chirped happily, oblivious to the fatigue she felt from the day's household chores. She has built trust and a warm relationship with the people surrounding her since she began working as a maid in the Carter's Mansion. Although it differs from her previous work, she is still adjusting to the new environment in which she is working with.
"Good Night Madi!" Emily and Sophie sang in unison, while Mila just nodded at her and smiled.
Madison couldn't help but be delighted; having a good relationship with the people around her is a good factor for a well-organized contribution of skills and solidarity. She met Sophie and Emily when she asked one of them where the laundry room was. Even though Mila toured her around, familiarizing herself for one day wasn't enough to get used to the massive Manor of the Carter Family.
Emily can be emotionally unstable sometimes, whereas Sophie is warm and cheerful. Madison loved working with the two women who reminded her of her sisters in the province. Her smile faded as she recalled her family, her hands clenched into a fist. "You have to endure it, Madison, for your family!" She murmured, encouraging herself.
Madison was humming a song as she crossed the corridor nearby when she heard a woman's voice; it must be Scarlett, their Young Master's Girlfriend. She was yelling, and her voice was tinged with rage and frustration.
The door was closed, and she couldn't help but listen to their argument. Maybe she can lend a hand with the matter.
"I don't need your explanations, Dylan! Is that woman why you keep changing the subject whenever I bring up the idea of marriage with you?!"
"Silence, Scarlet! You keep jumping to conclusions; why can't you try to listen to me for once?! She's just an acquaintance. We were just talking casually, so why the sudden outburst!?"
"Talking casually? Hah! Dylan, I wasn't born yesterday! I am a woman, and I know how a woman flirted with the person who caught their eye! She's attempting to seduce you!"
"Scarlett, what the fuck! I didn't see anything wrong with talking to her; after all, she's married and has a child, for Pete's sake!" Dylan stated that his voice had almost risen, and Madison halted because it was the first time she heard him raise his voice.
"I'm done with this! Don't text me nor call me!" Scarlett shouted, her voice cracked, and she shook in a fury and stormed out of the room with tears flowing from her eyes.
Madison was about to hide when Scarlett suddenly appeared in front of her. Scarlett glared at her and bumped her shoulder. "What was that?" she murmured, asking herself if she had done something wrong with the lady.
Madison was about to turn around and make her way to the maid's quarter when she heard. Dylan's voice from behind.
"Good timing, you are here. Bring me some food. I am quite starving." Dylan said while palming his face with a dint of frustration.
Madison nodded as she avoided his stern gaze, examining her as if she had heard the quarrel earlier. She strides inside the kitchen and prepares tea, salmon with a small amount of vegetable salad, and dark almond chocolate for joy stimulants. According to Sophie, Dylan wasn't picky with food, but sometimes he only ate in moderation.
Holding the tray of food, she knocked, and Dylan obliged to open it for Madison. "Here's the food, I prepared salmon since the Young Master prefers to eat in moderation, and I balanced it with a small amount of vegetable salad, Tea for relaxation, and Almond Dark chocolate for joy stimulant." Madison presented each food she had prepared by pointing at it one by one.
Dylan doesn't know, but a grin slowly crept on his lips; the maid must put a lot of effort into picking his food.
"If you need anything, you can call me. Please excuse me." Madison bowed as a sign of respect and was about to exit while holding the tray when Dylan grabbed her arm, making her stiffen.
"Wait, would you mind staying a little longer? I don't want to eat alone," he said while looking away. "My parents frequently travel for business, which is why I eat alone. No one dared to join me, and I despised being alone." He added as he peeked at Madison, who seemed astounded by Dylan's impulsive words.
It's too late for Dylan to take back his words. It's the first time he opened up with a maid he had only met for weeks. Madison cleared her throat, prepared the folding table in front of his master, and placed the food properly. She sat on the nearest rattan chair in front of him and remained silent as Dylan started to dig his food.
"I have a mistake to confess. I heard the Young Master and his Girlfriend arguing…." Madison confessed while looking away and suppressing her shaky voice.
Dylan stopped eating and took a sip of Madison's tea. "It's a mixture of sweet and savory. You brewed this?"
Madison nodded, "Yes, it's a combination of green tea and honey. Does the tea not suit your taste? My apologies, I will try harder next time—"
"No, it suited my taste and made me tranquil." Dylan interrupted as he continued to savor the tea.
"Wasn't the Young Master mad that I heard your argument with the Lady earlier?" Madison asked while squeezing her palm secretly.
Dylan glanced at Madison, "Why should I? You should get used to it. Scarlett always gets jealous of every woman who tries to approach me, and that wasn't the first time we quarreled as serious as that. It was quite tiring to deal with her." Bitterness was evident in Dylan's voice.
"Ahm, Young Master, would you mind if I expressed my opinion?" Dylan's brow furrowed when Madison asked while crossing her arms across her chest.
"Go on," Dylan said as he munched the lettuce that had salmon inside.
"Say, have you ever dug deeper behind the lady's words earlier?"
"What are you imploring to say?"
"You see, Girls are like brittle dolls or a piece of paper. Once you lose your grip on a brittle doll, it will fall alone and be shattered on the ground, right? And the same as the paper, will it be whole again if you tore a part of it? Of course not." Madison started, she saw how Dylan stared at her intently, and he was listening to her.
Madison breathed and started to get straight to her point. "You see, The Lady was like the Brittle doll and paper that I mentioned earlier; she's breaking like a brittle doll because you let your anger consume you, breaking her heart, and she was like paper because you tore a part of her for not listening deeper to her words. The lady wanted to hear from you the assurance that she has been longing to hear. A relationship wasn't about exchanging kisses, saying "I love you," and physical touch. It was about commitment; two hearts must be committed to each other…." Madison smiled secretly when Dylan started to get her point, so she continued.
"If you two argued, one must become the water to simmer down the fire. If
one is angry, the other should be calm and learn to control the situation to avoid misunderstanding and conflict. Love isn't all about happiness; it can be a shared experience of pain and challenges that two lovers must learn to overcome. Now, go and apologize to the lady, try to give her a thing or food that she likes. Don't just apologize, but your apologies should be sincere."
Dylan couldn't stop but admire the woman in front of him; he had this absolute feeling that he didn't know to describe. It wasn't the feeling of a child being lectured by his mother. It was a feeling that he wasn't aloof for the short time he had had with this maid. He feels like being himself while Madison's around.
When Dylan had finished eating, he placed his shoulder on the table and remained seated.
"It seems like you are knowledgeable in this kind of matter. You seem experienced when it comes to love. I bet you have been in numerous relationships to be this knowledgeable. Have you experienced countless heartbreaks from your past relationships?" Dylan asked with a slow grin quirked in his mouth.
Madison chuckled, which made Dylan's forehead crease. "No, it seems like the Young Master misunderstood something. To burst your assumption, no. I never had a boyfriend since birth."
Dylan's mouth formed an "O" shape as he blinked twice, digesting Madison's answer.
"What? Are you for real?"
"Yes. Ahm, the reason behind my pieces of advice was my mother. She used to be a leader in our community. She served with heart and applied her servant-leadership style. Whenever there were couples or married couples having a conflict, my mother was the one who helped them to maintain the balance of their relationship and the harmony of our community.
Dylan, at that moment, feels like he has found peace with Madison; he can act like an average person in front of her. So, Madison continues to tell about her mother's service in their community, how she resolved the conflict between couples and even the funny things she had witnessed.
Dylan couldn't help but find himself laughing at Madison's stories. There were times when the two would laugh in unison and yell their thoughts about Madison's stories.
"And you know, what is the wife's ire?"
"Come on, tell me," Dylan said as he grinned.
Madison's face was about to burst as she said the answer that made the two laugh like
there's no tomorrow.
"Because his husband farted while they had intimate time alone!" Madison exclaimed.
"That's hilarious!" Dylan can't help but laugh along with Madison; her laughter doesn't
bother him. Her laughter was even more effective than the Almond chocolate she had prepared earlier.
"Say, can I call you Madison?" Dylan asked while suppressing his laughter.
"Of course, it doesn't bother me at all," Madison responded and grinned cheerfully.
"Madison, what do you think of me?" Dylan wanted to hear the impression of Madison.
On the other hand, Madison felt a strange sensation inside her stomach; she thought maybe she was hungry and had to answer the Young Master's question.
"To be honest, I can see how the Young Master cares and loves the lady. How you care for her and how you doted on her."
"No, not that. How about my looks?" Madison was caught off guard by Dylan's question. She met his eyes and let a nervous laugh.
Madison breathed harshly before giving Dylan an answer. "Well, the Young Master is indeed handsome and looks like a celebrity on television, and most of all, you seemed a perfect boyfriend material that every girl would dream of." Madison peeked at Dylan, who was silent when she gave him the answer. Surprisingly, Dylan covered his mouth with his left hand and gazed away. His ears were red as a tomato, and Madison found it strange.
"Y-Young Master? Did you eat something that you are allergic to? Why is your face red? Do you have a fever?" Madison was about to reach Dylan, but Dylan raised his hand, telling her to halt and remain seated.
"I-I'm alright, just stay there." He whispered between his entangled thoughts.
When minutes passed, Madison noticed that it was already midnight and she needed to wash the remaining clothes at 5 am, so she broke the silence.
"It's already morning. Excuse me, Young Master," Madison put the plates back on the tray and bid goodbye to Dylan. "The Young Master should rest, have a good night." She said as she smiled at him for the last time and turned back.
When the door closed, Dylan lazily lay on his bed and covered his eyes using his pillow. This was the first time that he had had a conversation like that. He cannot remember when he and Scarlett talked like that. Scarlett only opens the topic of marriage that made his ears hurt and why they constantly argue.
Madison is the first woman who made him at ease with how he will act and talk back. She didn't mind what his mouth would say. Madison is fun to be with, not just as a companion but as a mood booster also. Earlier, he was frustrated and lost himself in anger, but when Madison accompanied him, she just listened and didn't judge him for his selfish request.
"M-maybe…it is because of Green tea and Honey." He murmured to himself, fighting the desire not to smile widely because of Madison, the maid.
"Why do you keep making excuses to get rid of me, Dylan? Do you mean what you said the last time you apologized? Is it because you want to scold and rain words on me again? How come you can't understand me?!" Scarlett burst into tears, her words suffused with anger and frustration. She couldn't get it. The last time he coaxed and apologized to her, Scarlett just wanted to ask him to take their relationship to the next level, and he began to change the subject as if Dylan was allergic to the idea of being wedded to her."Scarlett, not now, please. I have a meeting with my father and his investors minutes from now." Dylan reasoned out, calmly applying what Madison had told him that night. He's trying his best to be the water to simmer Scarlett. However, Dylan couldn't stand spouting harsh words that he knew would hurt Scarlett's feelings."Not now? Come on, Dylan! I know you're busy, but why can't you just give me a few seconds of your time? You keep on making excuses! Am I just a speck
Dylan had been in deep thought since Scarlett departed; he recalled his quick outburst and hurtful words that he hurled at Scarlett out of frustration. It wasn't his intention to hurt Scarlett's feelings; it was just an impulse. He couldn't accept what was just happened; he cum inside her. Every time they played fire beneath the sheets, he knew how Scarlett loved him; she wouldn't let him get her pure if her love for him was just pure lust. They both played with their sexual desires and allowed elation to engulf them. However, Dylan was cognizant that Scarlett was conscious of her prior deeds. He vividly recalls how she stopped him from pulling out his steel to release his feces, the reason why he dumped it inside her. Is she that excited to be engaged to him?Frustration was evident in Dylan's eyes as he clasped his hands forward and stared at the wall. "What's wrong with her? Did I lack to express my love by doting on her too much? I didn't get it; her aspects change, and it keeps
"Whoa! I have never seen that kind of flower!" Madison blurted out while continuing peeking outside the window. "Madison, don't put your head outside. It's dangerous," Dylan said without breaking his gaze on the road. "Young Master, can we stop by that zone after our trip?" Madison asked without breaking her gaze on the Unknown flower on the side of the road that she had only seen for the first time. Dylan couldn't help but be entertained by her strange actions of Madison; her mouth was parted in delight as her eyes sparkled in bliss. "That's a Cistus, also known as sun roses. The flower originated from the Maldives. Is that the first time you saw it?" Dylan questioned with a soft laugh. Madison's face flushed in embarrassment as she looked away when their eyes met. "Y yes…" she mumbled. "B-but our province was rich with sunflowers!" Madison bragged, trying to cover her embarrassment from her reactions earlier. "Oh," Dylan said, raising a brow. "Tell me more," He added, flashing
"You are doing well, honey, but you must consider the Company's vision. I have reviewed the reports of Sussane l regarding your progress. It would help if you increased transparency in our firm since accountability inspires confidence among our personnel, business associates, investors, and other stakeholders. It will safeguard your positive reputation since you will be taking over our Company's legacy." Laurene Carter stated, not as Dylan's mother but as the Chief Executive Officer of R&D Incorporation as she stared at her son's eyes solemnly. They were having Face-Time right now because Laurene had an argent matter in their Company to resolve. Dylan couldn't blame her mother because her father wasn't around to lend a hand to her father due to his business trip. Ever since he was a child, Dylan has been left in the dark, and only Scarlett was there to ease his yearnings for a companion. "I'll keep that in mind, Mother," Dylan responded while reviewing the paper he lacked andmust a
Dylan has become busier; he barely sleeps a wink because of the papers and reports his Mother designated. Dylan knew his Mother was testing his accountability since it is one of the core values a boss should possess. Dylan adjusted his necktie and let out a heavy sigh. He glimpsed at the wall clock and noticed that it was already dawn. He peeked outside his office's window, the darkness flickered across the ground, and there was still no trace of Madison. Since Dylan became more engaged with his training, he hasn't seen her for some time. Dylan tapped her fingers on his desk until he finished reading the pile of papers presented in front of him. Some were proposals that should be amended immediately, while some were fine but needed to redraft and made the proposal detailed and concrete. Dylan finished his work until evening came. He stretched his body since he needed an excellent slack after sitting inside his office all day and working his ass off. "Maybe I should take a dip," Dy
Dylan has been avoiding Madison since the incident happened in the swimming pool. He summoned another maid to bring him food instead of Madison, ensuring that Madison and his path wouldn't cross. There were times when the two met accidentally in the garden because Dylan needed some fresh air; he had a casual talk with Madison and then left her, along with his unusual behavior. He knew that Madison was clueless and didn't have any idea about his sudden treatment of her. Before turning his back to walk away, he saw a glint of sorrow in Madison's eyes, and his guilt kept bugging him overnight. Dylan buried himself with the piles of papers on his desk, checking and finalizing proposals and mapping out every detail that would benefit R & D Inc. In the future. The company's future lies in his hand, so he must do his best to meet what his father and mother foresee from him. Dylan heaved a sigh as he leaned on the backrest of his swivel chair, his hands clenched into a fist reminiscing Madi
Madison noticed how busy Emily and the other Maid were. In Madison's eyes, they werepreparing skewered meat called Barbeque and other new dishes. Hereyes widened when she saw a case of liquors and when she asked them to lend ahand, Emily and the other maids just told her that she must rest in her room.It was already 5:30 pm, and the sun was about to drown in the darkness. Madison wasabout to call Emily, who was walking in her direction, when the woman rushed asif she saw a ghost and immediately changed her direction."Are they avoiding me? Or Emily's too busy to notice me?" Madison murmured. When she reached the Maid's Quarter, she heard someone coughing; to her surprise, it was Sophie. "What happened? Are you unwell, Sophie?" Madison immediately attended to Sophie and drew her forehead on hers to check her temperature.Sophie coughed again and nodded, "I didn't know that I'll be catching a cold right now; Mila instructed me to serve the Young Master and his friends, but look a
"Madi..." Emily mumbled as her gaze flew to Madison, who had just returned from serving their Sir Sven, and instead of the proud smile Madison would have flashed in front of them, Madison's eyes were misted with tears, and her voice produced suppressed sobs.Their Young Master's Gathering ended earlier than they expected. Emily noticed Sven screaming and searching for Dylan in outrage, but some friends were blocking him from doing so. Mila appeared as the door opened; her gaze was solemn."Madison, tell us, what happened?" Mila queried as her fingers traced and knotted Madison's hair. I was serving the blond man when he grabbed my hand...When the Young M-Master noticed it, he held my hand and dragged me into his room a-and..." Madison muttered as she swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat."And? Has he done something to you?" Madison grieved even harder as Mila's soft voice made her miss her Mother."He shouted terrible things to me; the Young Master paid for me, accused me