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"When did you become so concerned about me? That's new." "I'm not concerned." "Then when did you become a person who knew what a house need?" I muttered. "Well, apart from getting older and living on the same house with a three women. You'll know all the things you need in the house, especially they will rely on you on things that need to be done by men." "Ridiculous." "Yeah. Isn't it ridiculous? They thought I can be a good cook, but surprisingly I am. So, what do you need? Maybe we can hit the supermarket?"

But now the number of services is reduced, but the housekeeper has more than ten people with each task. After graduating from college, Olivia's daily activities were just shopping, hunting, hanging out, going on holiday trips, going to the salon, sports, and watching movies while at home. Olivia was indeed forbidden from working in the office by her father, she only occasionally came to visit the office, the rest she learned everything about business from home because her father didn't want his beloved daughter to get tired. Therefore, there is a special maid who prepares all of Crish's needs. Maybe Olivia's job as a wife is only to satisfy Crish in sex, the rest is the housekeeper's job. “O

I rise with a huff, waving off the male servant who steps forward to assist me, and shuffle out of the dining room and through the quiet house. After an hour of poking through every single room in search of him, I give up. It’s obvious he’s not here, and my job as his forced wife is to play house. Fine. Whatever. I’m trained appropriately for this. I know how to run a house far larger than this, that's for damn sure. I don’t even need a lady’s maid or head housekeeper to keep this place running like a well-oiled machine. It’s not that big. I should tell him that, call his fancy house small in comparison to–

I wasn’t always successful. The simple fact that I like this—putting Edward to bed, straightening up the house, and sitting down with a cup of fucking tea and a book—is rocking my whole sense of identity right now. I never understood why some people criticized women who chose to stay at home and look after their household. If that’s what they want and aren’t being repressed into anything against their will, then it’s no different than a woman going out and getting a job. She’s doing what she wants. What makes her happy.

"That's right, Tan. I sent three servants: one butler who will manage the affairs of the house, one who will clean, and one who will cook." "Oh my, Grandpa. I live in an apartment, not in a palace like you. I don't think I need servants yet. As for cleaning, I can use the cleaning service provided by the management. I can order meals from outside, or my wife will cook. Remember, my wife is the daughter of a famous chef and a good cook." "Your wife shouldn't be too tired or take care of the house. Remember, you have to prepare for your next child. Besides, your wife is also still working in the office, so don't take care of the house anymore."

“Are you planning on getting a job? Or are you just going to be a housewife?” “I have not decided yet.” “What does George want.” “Whatever I want.” A smile touched my lips subconsciously. “He doesn’t mind if I stay at home but he will also support me if I decide to work. But I literally don’t have anything to do at home. We have a housekeeper, a cook, and a personal shopper.” “Wow, you’re really living the life, Abby.”

"But, Mela, what if they ask about Seno or my current job as a housewife? I feel like I don't have any achievements to be proud of." Melati smiled gently. "Forgive me if my words are too bold, ma'am. But in my opinion, being a housewife is a great achievement. You play an extraordinary role in guiding the family. It's hard nowadays to find women who want to be servants to their husbands, ma'am.”

She was juggling motherhood, a thriving bakery business, and the demanding role of a homemaker with an ease that belied the challenges she faced. Their home, once filled with quiet evenings and shared dreams, was now a symphony of giggles, tantrums, and endless cleanup. But it was a symphony they loved. The house was alive with the sound of tiny feet pitter-pattering across the wooden floors, the smell of freshly baked bread mingling with the aroma of baby powder.

The room filled with murmurs and banters, the women expressing their disbelief in the result. Mrs Riordan hummed as she got a taste of Anna’s food. “Her food is exceptional, oh my. Where did you learn?” Anna laughed. Where did she? Her marriage in her past life taught her a lot. Remember when she said she gave up everything to become a housewife? Not the housewife like most of the women in the room. She had to do chores, wake up early in the morning, and do a whole bunch of chores all because she liked a guy. All because she fell in love.

he shouted back. Haha! I just got dressed and while I was doing that I realized that it's okay to have a husband who takes care of you. The woman who has food ready when you come home from work and even the clothes for you to wear, she will take out. It was a warm feeling. So heart-fluttering. When a woman takes care of your house... it's not a house anymore. But a HOME. "Bennet! Son of a gorilla, come here and I'm hungry!!"