"Scarlett's point of view,""Madam, are you all right?" I was sitting alone in my room, crying, when Samantha opened the door to my room. "Yes, I'm fine." I responded while blotting my eyes. "You don't need to act fake in front of me, Madam; I am well aware of your heart issue. My husband has abandoned me for another woman." There was a flash of pain in her eyes. Although I have no objection to Samuel and Clara cohabiting, I am concerned about his poor attitude. These people have accused me of things I haven't done. When he wrenched my hand, tears started to spring up in my eyes, but I immediately understood that I couldn't show vulnerability in front of him. He is already aware of one of my weaknesses; if I start to fear his torture, he will undoubtedly continue to bother me. No, I won't allow this to happen. He's trying to bother me since I do all the housework by myself, but I don't care; in fact, I was pleased to see his irritated expression when I didn't respond to his comm

"Scarlett's point of view,"What happened to all the food I cooked? After I had cleaned up from throwing up, I went back into the kitchen and helped myself to some fruit from the refrigerator. How come all the utensils are empty when I kept all the food in the refrigerator by myself? I overheard Clara on the phone, and she's not coming home tonight. And Samuel consumed oats for dinner, so where did the rest of the food go? Samantha and the other housekeepers prepare their meals. Then the question arises: Where did the good food disappear from the fridge? I put a lot of effort into making the food. Due to pregnancy, I do not enjoy smelling eggs at all. However, I still had to prepare Samuel's egg curry. I already knew about Samuel's weekly supper menu, thanks to Samantha. I must thus make dinner following the menu card. I don't want to give him any more chances to disrespect me. I learned one thing about him quite clearly while reading his preferred menu card: he is highly health

"Scarlett's point of view,""Miss Neve, where are you going? Have I asked you to leave?" I bathed him and then started to leave his bathroom. "What else?" I stared at him in confusion. He has already made me quite furious, but I can't express my annoyance in front of him because if I did, he would continue to treat me badly every day. Yesterday evening, I was unable to fall asleep, and this morning, while I was in a deep sleep, I was rudely awakened by the Devil's phone call. "You have no idea that a towel is used to dry off the body after a bath." He said this while indicating the towel that was stored by the bathtub's side. "Oh really?" What does he consider himself to be? Does he see himself as the Einstein who just revealed the use of the light bulb to the world? "Why do you seem so startled after listening to me, Miss Neve? Has no one ever told you that you need to dry off with a towel after a bath?" His statements only served to aggravate my annoyance further. "No, Mr.

"Scarlett's point of view,""What the fuck is this? You must have planned this, right?" He is shaking with fury. "I'm sorry, but I wasn't intending to do this. I'll clean it all up, and I've previously told you that I don't like the smell of your perfume." "Is this your new plan to get even with me?" He lifted his brow at me. "No, it's not what you think; vomiting is normal during pregnancy.""For what you did to me, I will surely punish you even more harshly this time." Once again, he came at me with his devilish appeal. "Please stay away from me because...," oh no, I can't control myself from throwing up on him this time, too. "Scarlet, do not try to push my limits. You are strongly aware of the consequences of your activities.""I'm sorry, but his cologne makes me want to vomit so badly that I can't stop myself."He wears a perfume by Armani, and while the scent is pleasant, I find it offensive. I went straight to his bathroom. I just got out of his restroom, where I spent a

"Scarlett's point of view,""Scarlet, get up; you can't stay in bed all day; you must work following Samuel's orders." Clara yanked my hand to get me out of bed. "Why are you doing this? I want to sleep." To block her unpleasant voice from reaching my ears, I moved my face in another direction and covered my ear. "You can't keep ignoring me; get out of bed. I need your help in getting ready." "Where are you going?" Her repeated tugs on my hand finally got me to open my eyes. "I have a romantic supper on the patio planned, so I need to look my best." She threw her hair up in the air. "Why do you need my help when there are so many salons and makeup professionals available? You can go there." "Follow my instructions without question, Scarlet, or I'll complain to Samuel about your behavior." To threaten me, she brought up the devil once more. "Tell me, please, madam, what to do first." I take a deep breath to vent my annoyance. "Take a look at this list and get ready." She gave m