HIS MAID WIFE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

"Aubrey," she exclaimed, her voice filled with both astonishment and pain, as she gingerly examined her burnt finger. Startled by a sudden shout, she had unintentionally touched the scorching hot pot while preparing breakfast for everyone. Without hesitation, she abandoned her cooking and hurriedly rushed out of the kitchen.Outside, Aubrey's gaze fell upon Grandma, Mrs. Cooper, the matriarch of the esteemed Cooper family, seated at the head of the dining table, surrounded by her kin.In an effort to present herself in the best light, Aubrey adjusted her delicate light blue floral dress and tucked her hair behind her ears. She fidgeted nervously with her fingers before mustering the courage to approach the dining table, positioning herself near Grandma's chair."Grandma," she spoke in a voice trembling with apprehension. Grandma raised her eyes momentarily before shifting her gaze to the wall clock, her face etched with bitterness."Is your breakfast ready, Aubrey?" Grandma inquired, h

Fifteen years had passed since that fateful day when Aubrey, a mere five-year-old girl, experienced a life-altering event. Clutching tightly onto her small bag of groceries, she trudged homeward with her mother, their routine trip from the store taking an unexpected turn. Out of nowhere, a stray ball struck Aubrey on the head, causing her to stumble and drop the oranges she held. Overwhelmed by the sight of the scattered fruit, tears welled up in her eyes. But in that vulnerable moment, a young boy named Evan appeared, coming to her aid. With gentle care, he picked up each orange, returning them to her one by one. As Aubrey looked up at him, her face flushed crimson, and her heart raced. From that day forward, whenever she encountered Evan, her heart fluttered, and her cheeks blushed, causing her to seek solace behind her mother's protective embrace.Now, jolted awake by the sound of Evan's car pulling into the driveway, Aubrey sat up in bed, instinctively touching her head. It was dif

"What on earth is happening here? Why haven't we received our land yet?" Evan bellowed at his assistant, Alex, his frustration evident in his voice. "Director, Mr. Anderson is refusing to grant us the land," replied Alex. Evan stared at him incredulously and asked, "Why? We already signed the agreement." "Director, our rivals, the Patterson, have offered him double the amount of money we did. He is now wavering," Alex explained. Fueled by determination, Evan exclaimed, "I don't care. I want that land at any cost. Warn him that we will take legal action." Alex nodded and left the office, leaving Evan to his own thoughts. Seated in his chair, Evan rested his head on the headstand, closing his eyes. Today had been the worst day for him, with the land issue weighing heavily on his mind. Furthermore, he knew that when he returned home, he would have to confront his father.Twenty years ago, Evan was just a five-year-old boy filled with excitement as he earned the top rank in his class. He c

DinnerThe entire Cooper family gathered around the dining table for a formal dinner, and this marked the first time Aubrey found herself seated among them, right next to Evan. As the dishes were being served, Mr. Davis Cooper, the patriarch of the family, turned his attention toward Aubrey and initiated a conversation."So, Aubrey, what do your parents do?" Mr. Davis inquired, his tone filled with genuine curiosity. Before Aubrey could respond, Evan interjected, cutting off her opportunity to answer."She's an orphan," Evan declared abruptly, not giving Aubrey a chance to speak. Aubrey's shy smile instantly vanished, replaced by a hint of discomfort. She glanced at Mr. Davis and simply nodded, not wishing to delve into the subject further. Mr. Davis, noticing the sudden change in her expression, smiled kindly at her and shifted the conversation."And where did you graduate from university?" he asked, attempting to continue the dialogue. Evan, however, seemed disinterested in the topic

Aubrey's POV: My heart raced as Evan's voice pierced the air. I turned swiftly, my eyes meeting his as he stood at the gate. A mix of surprise and concern washed over his features, and his gaze lingered on the place where Lucas had held my hand. Sensing his disapproval, I gently extricated my hand from Lucas's grasp and stood up, feeling a sudden need to explain. "It's not what it looks like," I began, but Evan interrupted me before I could finish my sentence. His question hung in the air, leaving me bewildered. Did he already know Lucas? "What are you doing here?" Evan's voice held a tinge of anger, directed squarely at Lucas. He didn't give me a chance to respond, cutting me off. Confusion swirled within me, unsure of how much Evan knew about Lucas's presence. "Big Brother, I'm sorry, but Dad invited me," Lucas spoke with a tinge of guilt, his voice tinged with regret. "I told you never to come in front of me," Evan shouted angrily, his words carrying a weight that resonated wit