Semua Bab Housekeeper For My Hot Professor : Bab 71 - Bab 80

Jennifer's POV “She's my housekeeper!”That phrase has been stuck in my head since last night, but I couldn't seem to get it out. I knew my relationship with the professor was complicated and didn't have a label, but being introduced to his ex-wife as his housekeeper stung, but that was just how to describe our relationship.I was the housekeeper, and he was my boss. Who cares if I decided to throw in a free fuck alongside my job description?“I don't know a mere introduction could give a lot of headaches like this?” I mumbled as I worked in the kitchen, but I froze when I felt his presence in the kitchen. He was standing at the doorway with a majestic smile, and my heart skipped a bit as I stared at him.“Good morning,” I greeted politely with a smile, and I noticed that he was confused at how I behaved. “Why are you this polite? You are scaring me,” he asked, as he got closer, but I took a step back. I had been trying to avoid him since last night, even though I knew he did nothin

Meredith's POV I watched as Lyon's housekeeper swatted out of the kitchen, and my lips were shaky as I held in my anger because throwing my hands with her wouldn't look good for me if Lyon found out. I needed to be the graceful woman he knew so he would yearn for me back.Lyon was everything to me, but after years of marriage, I couldn't believe the man I could lay my life down for didn't care an ounce about me. Maybe he cared, but he definitely didn't love me as his woman. His interaction towards me was definitely respectful, but he never once saw me as his woman.I thought our divorce would be a wake-up call for him; I thought I was right since he had been single all these years, and it would only be a matter of time before he came to beg me to come back, but the video of him with that slut was a slap in my face.“And here I thought the video was photoshopped only to find out that the two were actually involved,” I said, and helped myself to a glass of wine, trying to come up with

Lyon's POV “What! Meredith is in your house?” James screamed, and I glared at him so he could caution himself. My friend is really a blabbermouth. I didn't understand why I decided to tell him when I knew he would react this way.“Yes.” I grunted, and I watched him pace around. “We need to come up with a plan to dispose of her body,” he rambled, and I wondered what nonsense he was saying. “Dispose whose body?” I asked, and he raved towards me.“You don't have to be modest about it, as there is no one in your office who can bug this place, so tell me, where did you hide her body?” He said, and I looked at him in shock.“I'm not being modest; I still don't understand what you are blabbing about!” I roared, slamming my fist on the table in anger, and James looked taken aback.“Did you not say Meredith is in your house?” He asked, and I nodded. “Alive?” He added, and he gasped when I confirmed his words.“Wait! Did you mean to tell me your ex-wife is in your house? Unharmed? Not bruised

Jennifer's POV I watched as he rushed to Meredith, who was writhing in pain on the floor, and I wanted to smack some sense into the woman, but I knew that wasn't the right time.“Urgh! Lyon, you are back,” she moaned in pain as she clung to Lyon's body, and my face got hot watching the scene in front of me. Lyon helped Meredith to a sofa in the living room, and I descended the stairs in a rush too.“What happened here, Jennifer?” he asked. Immediately his eyes landed on me, and I sighed, knowing I would have to explain because whoever saw Meredith roll down the floor would agree that I pushed her.“I didn't know—” I was saying, but Meredith cut me off. “Isn't it obvious, Lyon? She pushed me down on the floor after she asked me to leave the house.” She lied, and I gasped.That lying witch!“No, I didn't go there. Why are you doing this? Are you not the one that rolled down the stairs?” I trailed off because Meredith's cry interrupted me as she lied that she felt she might have a concu

Jennifer's POV “This is a disaster!” I screamed as I entered the bathroom of my new rented house, and I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw the bathroom flooded with water. I noticed that the leakage was from the apartment above mine, so I called the landlord, and she told me that the plumber would be there.“Ahh!” I screamed as I held the pot over my head, and I wondered when the plumber would be there. After a while of holding the pot over my head, the plumber came, and he repaired the leakage while cracking a dry joke.“So did you live alone?” He asked, looking around my shabby place, and I immediately got wary. I heard of single ladies getting attacked because they lived alone.“No, I'm not; my boyfriend will be home soon.” I blurted, showing the man the way out, and he didn't believe my words, but I didn't care.I thoroughly cleaned the place, and it looked a little habitable with that, but I made a mental note to get some wallpapers to cover the wall mold. I made a trip to the