Chapter 3: Professional Maid

A few days later, Brian showed a cold expression every time he saw me.

Or rather, he ignored my existence in this mansion.

Sometimes I sneak a peek at him and I can no longer see his amorous eyes staring at me, looking for an opportunity to mock me.

I should be happy, but I don't know why I feel down, missing something.

Maybe because I am often teased by him, I am addicted to that. Now that I'm at peace, I feel empty.

After trimming the yellow leaves and rearranging the gravel, watering the potted plant, I put it back on the windowsill and was about to leave when a man's voice made my legs stop.

“Bella, make me a cup of coffee.”

“What?” I turned my head, my eyes widening in surprise.

“Do you have hearing loss? Coffee.” He stopped writing, raised his head, and looked at me.

“Oh, I'll do it right away.”

I sprinted out of the room, ran down the stairs, and into the kitchen.

Today, I don't understand why Brian didn't go to the bank.

Yesterday, I saw him bring back a stack of documents and now he is sitting in his study, reading and signing, sometimes he works on the computer.

When I went back upstairs, I overheard him talking on the phone with someone.

I quickly pushed the document aside and set the hot coffee cup down on the table.

I don't know if my eyes are sick or not, but I see his computer screen showing my face on it.

Before I could look closely, it had changed to another image, so I'm not sure.

Maybe my eyes have a problem.

“This is your coffee. Do you need anything more?”

“That's enough, just do your job.”

I quickly retracted my hand before his seven-billion hand touched the coffee cup.

The watch that Brian is wearing is worth seven billion, a number that can feed me for a lifetime.

If I had that watch, the first thing I would do would be to sell it.

Today's menu is beef rolls with guise leaves, vegetable soup, and fried fish. These are all my favorite dishes.

From the day I stepped foot into this place, I have gained weight clearly.

Mrs. Alina and Brian did not eat much. For example, if I buy half a kilo of beef, she and he will eat about two ounces, and three ounces will go into my belly.

It only took about an hour, lunch was ready. I was about to go upstairs to ask Brian to come down to eat when I saw him walking quickly down the stairs.

He seemed to be in a hurry because he was wearing his vest while walking.

“Don't you have lunch?” I blurted out.

“You can eat first. I have to go out for a bit. When I come back, I will eat.”

“Oh, yes, you can disappear forever.” I nodded happily.

“What did you just say?”

His voice was cold, his eyes were filled with anger.

At this moment, I realized that I had made a mistake.

I should just whisper. I don't understand why that sentence came out of my mouth and into his ear.

“No, I mean, if you're hungry, you can eat outside. It's past eleven o'clock in the afternoon.”

“Excessive worry.”

After throwing two words in my face, Brian hurriedly left.

I quickly ran to open the gate before he drove his luxury, good, smooth car out of the garage.

At noon, the sun was fierce, the rays of sunlight penetrated the leaves, swayed by the wind, and danced all over the large yard.

On days like this, I'm extremely afraid to go out, just want to snuggle up in the house.

Because I eat alone, I eat very quickly.

I intended to take a nap, but I was afraid that the man would come back suddenly.

I was afraid that if I didn't open the door in time, he would frown and wince, so I didn't sleep.

There was nothing left for me to do, so I took out some sheets of paper to draw some clothes and dresses.

My dream was to become a fashion designer, but it was extinguished when my family had an incident.

My father's company was at a loss and was heavily in debt. The pressure made him depressed and ended his life with sleeping pills.

And my mother followed him after a few months of struggling in a hospital bed.

After finishing the twelfth grade, I had to give up my dream, enter a vocational secondary school and study a major that I never thought of, which is accounting and auditing.

For several years, I worked and studied at the same time and when I finished my study program, I excitedly took my diploma to companies to apply for jobs, but no one accepted me.

Other candidates with outstanding starting points have eclipsed someone like me.

Fortunately, in my most desperate moment, I met Mrs. Alina.

Just because I helped her pick up some fallen apples, I was offered a job as a maid by her. My monthly salary is much higher than the salary of an office worker.

When I was drawing to the bottom of the skirt, the pen suddenly ran out of ink. Because I was afraid to walk in the hot sun, I ventured into Brian's study to borrow a pen.

When I got to the desk, I couldn't help but be curious, and conveniently clicked on the computer to see if the image on the computer screen was me or not.

However, I was mistaken. It's a photo of the famous model Hellen. From this angle, she looks a lot like me.

“He is probably trying to flirt with this supermodel. So why did he ask to marry me? Brian, do you consider me an idiot? Do I have to sit at home and wait for my husband while you go on a date with your mistress?”

My mood dropped because of the photo. I did not borrow a pen anymore, but went out into the yard, enjoying the wind and pruning the trees.

It wasn't until two o'clock in the afternoon when the doorbell rang, I quickly let go of the scissors, ran in to get the key, and quickly opened the gate.

When I returned to the house, I faced Brian right on the steps.

I was about to open my mouth to ask him if he had eaten, but he went too fast, so I didn't have time to say a word.

Maybe he ate outside because it was almost two in the afternoon.

I went to the yard again and continued what I was doing.

This morning, Mrs. Alina said she would go to a birthday party with friends in the evening and would come to the restaurant right after work, so I didn't need to cook anything more.

Brian eats to keep his waist, and I also want to lose weight, so those dishes are enough.

My day starts at five o'clock in the morning, so work is done early and I'm quite leisurely in the afternoon.

I was about to go up to the terrace to get their clothes down and then sweep and clean the house when the phone in my pocket vibrated.

I immediately picked up the phone when I saw Brian's name on the phone screen.

The villa is large, so I have to carry my phone with me constantly so that when he or Mrs. Alina needs me, they will call me because sometimes they are upstairs, and I am in the kitchen.

He didn't lock the door, so I pushed it lightly and walked in.

However, I couldn't see him anywhere, only a pair of expensive trousers and a branded shirt hanging on the chair.

How could he be invisible and only have his suit?

“Brian, where are you?” I looked around his spacious room and asked.

“In here.” His voice came from the bathroom.

I sighed and shook my head. I don't understand what he's going to do to make fun of me.

I thought he had changed his personality after a few days of being cold to me, but in the end, he was still so childish.

In the past, he just teased me with childish tricks. He put the lizard in a bag of colored pebbles that scared me.

He hid the shirt and said that the wind blew it away, so I had to ask to go into the neighbor's garden to find it.

And he disassembled the mop so that when I touched it, it fell apart into pieces. He even held my hand and said he loved me...

However, the morning after the night we both made love together, he was always saying rude words.

“Hurry up, Bella, what are you looking for out there that takes so long?” His voice sounded scowling.

“Brian, if you dare to play tricks, I will put the pot on your head.”

After whispering, I took a deep breath and entered the bathroom.

The sight that appeared in front of me made me want to run away immediately.

But with this debtor status, I know where to run, unless I have the courage to run out of his house, to go abroad, I should run. I also owe your mother a huge amount of money.

In a high-quality porcelain bathtub, Brian is in a semi-naked form, sitting among the white soap bubbles.

I guess if he stood up, he would definitely be naked. I have to admit that he has flawless white skin.

I really want to peel that skin and put it on myself to make myself more beautiful.

“What do you need?” My eyes left that back and looked straight up at the ceiling.

“Help me scrub my back.”

“What... what?” I rolled my eyes, looked at his attractive body, and stammered.

“I am speaking English. Scrub my back for me.”

Brian turned his head and raised the bath sponge.

I stared blankly at the pervert sitting in the white soap bubbles.

Brian thinks he is the king, right? Or does he think he's a kid?

If he asked me to skin him, I wouldn't say no. No maid bathed a thirty-year-old master.

A pervert, extremely perverted.

In modern times, he still oppresses others like this. I am not a slave.

“Why don't you shower yourself?” I spoke up angrily.

“How? Don't I have the right to ask you to do it? Or is it because my mother pampers you so much that you want to climb on top of my head and sit?” His voice was sharp and extremely serious.

“Not. Alright, I will do it.”

I take the soft bath sponge from his hand, reluctantly set the phone aside, and sit on the edge of the tub to help him scrub his back.

I would imagine him to be such a big child.