Julian left the dining room with annoyance. He was not happy with the meal Hazel served. Hazel ran after him.  "Julian, are you mad at me for helping her?" Hazel said.  "Hazel, we train four or five hours per day. Thirty minutes for cardio, thirty minutes of intense sprinting drills, football tactical drills to improve understanding with teammates, and some gym exercises for muscle development and strength, so we follow a strict diet plan. You have been with me for more than six months now, I think you should know better," Julian yelled.  "How am I supposed to know? Have you ever allowed me to help your cooks?" Hazel asked. Julian looked at her and sighed. "I see, you preferred her over me right?" Hazel said. 

It was another beautiful day and Eva woke up with determination. She walked into her bathroom and tidied herself up. She had a perfume her father bought for when he went on vacation in France. She brought it out from her bag, ran her eyes on the date and some write-up that was on the bottle. She gently removed the cap and sprayed it around her body. She stood, ready for the day. Eva was surprised Julian hadn't gotten out of the bed yet. She dropped the bedding as usual. On second thought, she summoned courage and walked towards his bed. She pulled his duvet slowly, he swiveled and opened his eyes. Julian wiped his eyes again to make sure he was seeing clearly. Eva stood behind him, offering him a smile with her phone in her hand. 

Julian and his friend sat on the bleacher, admiring the new plants they added to the garden. "Did you call her?" Carlos asked when he saw Eva coming towards them. Julian looked at her and continued staring at the new plants. "Good morning, Carlos," Eva greeted. "Good morning, Mrs. Hampton, thanks for the breakfast," Carlos grinned. Eva smiled back at him. "Julian, can I talk to you?" Eva asked with a firm tone. Julian looked at her, the picture of her he saw last night appeared before him. "Come closer; you can talk from there if you want," Julian said, returning his gaze to the garden. Eva climbed the bleacher and sat on the third row, where he

Eva left the dining room and walked towards her old room. She had forgotten her things had been moved out of the small detached guesthouse. She sighed and looked in the direction of Julian's bedroom. "Who did you kill?" Nora, who had been standing at the back of the small house, looking through the window asked. "Nora!" Eva jerked. "You slept with him last night, didn't you?" Nora asked. "I did not, Nora," Eva said and tried to walk away. "Eva, I looked through your window and discovered all your things have been moved. You ignored my warning." "Julian moved my things without my permission," Eva said. "You are the murderer Hazel was talking about this morning? Who did you kill?" "Nora, I will tell you everything when I come back. I need to go, Julian is waiting for me." "Are you going out with him now?" Nora asked, frowning her brows. "I came with a few clothes; Julian wants to buy more for me," Eva said and walked hurriedly towards the ba

Eva went for a walk in the garden after her morning chores wearing a cute look. The smell of the flowers in the morning before the sun came out gladdened her heart. She walked slowly, taking in everything from the patches of blue sky visible through the trees to the flowers sprinkling the garden floor. The smell of the flowers and the gentle breeze took her mind off the menstrual-like cramps she had been having as a result of the copulation with her husband. "Hi," a male voice said behind Eva's back. Eva turned and waved at the stranger that was smiling at her. "I'm Rowan," the stranger grinned, stretching forth his hand for a handshake. Eva forced a smile and accepted his handshake. "I'm Eva." "Dave told me Julian has just one domestic staff; I guess you are the one," Rowan said with a smile. "Who are you?" Eva asked. "I am the new landscaper. I have come to take over from you," Rowan said looking around the mini-stadium. "I can't believe you mow