All Chapters of His Maid: Chapter 71 - Chapter 75

“What a day!” the sound of Dominic’s voice scared me from a deep sleep. “Homer, you can’t be sleeping on the couch!”I slowly opened my eyes and rubbed them to find an angry Dominic standing above me. “There is a room for you to do all the sleeping you want to do,” he said. “I am really sorry, sir.” I stood up and apologised. He walked away, clearly irritated while I debated if I should go and take a nap, or just shower and get out of my maid uniform and call it an early night. “I am so exhausted!” Dominic groaned “How was it?” I asked “It was actually really lovely. I enjoyed it. We went to an art gallery. Her younger sister just actually just opened an art gallery so we saw a few pieces, might buy a few for my house and then we went for lunch to this Japanese restaurant. I was not really a fan of the sushi. I have better sushi but she enjoyed it and then after all that, we went to the park and walked.” he answered “So, it was a date?” I asked “No, no. Not a date. I am not th

“I am sorry sir, for lying earlier. Emma Scorsone is a good friend of mine.” I finally answered “Then why do the records say that she is your sister?” he asked. I felt like everything was just getting worse and worse and going against me. Anything I said would just make everything much worse. I imagined if I had just settled for telling the truth from the start, I would not be in such a messy situation. “I don’t know. Maybe when she was arriving, she must have said something about being my sister to Wilbur and Stanley. I am not sure.” I twisted some few words around hoping it would not come back to haunt me. “Okay,” he said I remained standing above him for some more time. “Can I help you with something?” he asked “I just wanted to know where else the cameras are,” I said worriedly “They are only in the kitchen, living room, dining room and like the corridors. I am thinking of installing at least one or two in here,” he replied “So, there is none in the room I sleep in?” I as

After he handed me the tiny piece of paper, he opened his arms wide and began walking toward me—slowly, almost hesitantly. I thought he wanted a hug, so I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around him, holding on tighter than I meant to. When I finally pulled back, I caught Dominic’s expression—he was frozen in place, eyes flicking between us, confusion clouding his face.“Bye,” Joshua said quietly, his voice low and final, before walking out of the house.I watched as he walked out the door, leaving me there, trying to process everything that had just happened. “A maid and a plumber,” Dominic muttered, his voice low but sharp, each word slicing through the silence.“Excuse me?” I asked, my brows furrowing as confusion tightened in my chest. I wasn’t sure I’d heard him right.“I was saying, a maid and a plumber,” Dominic repeated slowly, his voice unnervingly steady, as though the absurdity of his words didn’t even register.I rolled my eyes and carried the cleaning supplies up the