Suspicious Housekeeper Mga Nobela at Kwento

' He questioned. I said quickly, 'Yeah, my is my housekeeper's outfit.' Inquiringly, 'You work in the housekeeping department?' he asked. With a sinking feeling that he was judging me, I nodded my head. But rather than doing that, he propped his elbows on the table and intertwined his fingers together in front of his face. Curious, he turned to me and inquired, 'Is it a tough job?' I said,' No, not always.' Then, he burst out laughing and said that this was the reason you were in my room the previous night. You had the access card, and you pleaded with me not to notify the front desk.

"Why would a respected professor assault someone like that? What, is she blind to her own condition?" "A compulsive gambler isn't a good person. The police should really investigate her." "This housekeeper is terrifying. No one will dare hire her again." "So this whole performance was just to scam money to pay off loan sharks?" Just as netizens were verbally tearing into the mother and daughter, the paternity test results came out. A staff member named Evan Brooks walked into the hall, holding the report. When he looked up and saw the nude photos, he awkwardly lowered his head.

The housekeeper 's voice broke her thought. Sylvia looked at the room she was pointing at, it was the same she woke up after fainting in the park. She nodded at The housekeeper , "Thank you" She said. "If you need anything, you can ask me," The housekeeper said politely. Sylvia nodded, to show that she understands what she meant. Sylvia walked into the room, the room was painted in a light pink, she furrowed her brows. The room color paint was white three days ago, how come it changed to light pink.

Plus, I have to finish cleaning or they’ll be suspicious. One mistake and you leave. No pay, no coming back here. Humph! That dull expression of the housekeeper, a large lady with breasts the size of two pumpkins stuffed in the most boring black dress (black again). That grey expression can zap the fun out of a lollipop. Let’s see… let’s start with dusting then. I still remember it, Margaret. Dust, change the sheets then vacuum. I took the feather duster and started at the row of cabinets next to the main exit. There are no drawers… no shelves… no books… no photo frames…. Jesus… What kind of a guest room is this? It’s more like a prison cell.

I pause, and run my fingers through my hair to tidy it before slipping into a simple jacket and head to the door. My fluffy slippers make soft shuffling sounds against the floor as I approach the door. Opening it, I find a kindly–faced woman standing there, dressed in a simple floral boubou. “Hello, Miss White,” she greets with a bow and warm smile. “I’m your new housekeeper , ma'am. I am employed to cook, clean, wash, do your laundry… just make things easier for you.” The woman explains. I blink in surprise, my wolf instantly alert. Allister never mentioned hiring anyone.

I said out loud, though inside I wasn’t convinced. Because something had happened. Something terrifying. I had genuinely believed Alex had found me, that he had cracked the door code and was coming in. That I was trapped. That I would have to scream. But it wasn’t him. It was the housekeeper. A stern-looking older woman with tightly pinned grey hair and sharp, high cheekbones. Her features were strong, but there was a beauty to them—timeless, confident. She had found me crouched halfway up the stairs and had immediately called out, “Ma’am?” in a voice that startled me more than it comforted.

But this room felt like home. I shouldn’t feel comfortable yet. This whole assistant to Daxton still made me skeptical because the more I thought about it, the more things seemed more calculated— like an excuse to trap me by his side. That had to be it. My fingers fluttered up to my chest, moving from it to tug at the pendant around my neck as the housekeeper’s words flashed through my mind when I asked her about the other assistants who had lived with him. “Assistants living here?” The confusion on her face grew bigger as she cleaned the dishware.

She knew that he was trying to prove that he was alright, which she knew he would heal, but she was still worried about him. She walked into the kitchen, and started opening the bags to store the groceries and cook some. "Where is the housekeeper? I want to change his menu plan. I heard he has one." Veronica said, facing the maids who were in the kitchen with her, but she noticed how they looked at one another. "What's wrong?" She asked, wondering why they all became mute, until one of them talked. "The housekeeper has been removed from her position. A new one will start today."

he drawled, and I clenched my jaw in annoyance. Once I was done with showering, I slipped on a bathrobe and lay down on the bed, closing my eyes. My stomach grumbled, and I let out a sigh of exasperation. Biting my lower lip, I struggled back to my feet and dragged myself out of my room. As soon as I did, I heard the sound of a metal tray falling to the ground. I looked up, and there stood Maria, the housekeeper. Her face was deathly pale, and her blue eyes were wide with terror. It was as though she'd just seen a ghost. I hadn't come home in a long time. Even so, she seemed to be more than just surprised to see me. It was almost as though I'd just caught her on the scene of a crime. Now tha

She sat me near the window where I enjoyed a smoothie, some bread, a fresh salad, and soup as I flipped through the maid’s file. She was a new hire, about two years ago, and had cited her reason for leaving her job as family issues. Terrance hadn’t pressed her further, but something was suspicious. She’d had an unconventional employment history as a housekeeper at three hotels before landing the job at the mansion. She was also very young – her education was minimal, and she had put her brother down as her emergency contact.