The Housemaid Sarah Denzil นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She couldn't bear to continue being treated like a third-class citizen in the house which was the home she shared with her mother Daisy. Nonetheless, Sarah spent her day meticulously mapping the floors and dusting off every corner of the grand mansion. Her usually well-kept hair was now slightly disheveled, and her tired eyes spoke of the toil she had endured. Despite the exhaustion, Sarah continues, knowing that the Lui household's perfection is her responsibility. As she greets Martin Wane, a kind smile graced her lips, momentarily masking her weariness. Martin had always been a good elder brother, but little did Sarah know that he secretly holds feelings for her, feelings he was too afrai

The cold man was irritated. “I ushered myself in. Have you forgotten? I was once the madam of this mansion. This place hasn't changed one bit, you know. And neither has my husband " Harley chuckled but only got a snort from Denzel. “Excuse me…who? ” He raised a brow at Harley who smiled. “You of course, who else ” The cunning woman started approaching closer but Denzel stood transfixed on the spot without even blinking an eye. Lena on the other hand, was about to climb down the stairs when her eyes spotted the despicable scene going on downstairs and they widened.

she whispered fear gripped her. "Are you sure?" Sarah wanted to say that she was not hungry but her tummy groaned in protest, the truth was that she had her last meal almost 8 hours ago and she was famished. "Follow me." Mr. Philip commanded her and she did as she was told. He led her to another part of the house which was bigger than the room they just left. There was a big dining table in the room, and cupboards hanging on the walls. A huge gas cooker stood on the other end of the room and something smelled heavenly in there. From all she saw Sarah knew this was the kitchen, an obese woman wearing an apron stood close to the gas cooker turning something in the pot, when she saw them she st

Unnoticed by maya, the head maid, Mrs. Thompson, her gray-streaked hair pulled into a tight bun and her starched uniform rustling with each deliberate step, approaches the kneeling maid who's still trembling from her earlier encounter. "Sarah." The older woman's voice is like the sound of a crack in the deafening silence. The woman, Sarah, jump's at the address looking up at the cool face of Mrs Thompson. "Y-yes?" The young maid's hands shake as she clutches her apron, tears streaming down her reddened cheeks.

“Grandma really has no patience.” “Of course.” Sarah stepped inside without waiting for permission. “This is about my great-grandchildren.” Camelia could only massage her temple while closing the door. The head housekeeper bowed apologetically again. “Once again, I’m sorry, Miss. The Old Madam truly could not be stopped.” “It’s alright,” Camelia replied softly, though her heart was still pounding. In the living room, Sarah immediately sat down on the sofa with her cane placed beside her. Near the door, several large gift boxes, bags filled with snacks, toys, and children’s clothes were carried inside by the head housekeeper.

But before I could even take a deep breath, a knock sounded on the door. Who could it be this late at night? As tired as I was, I dragged myself up. Maybe it would be nothing and I could finally go back to sleep afterwards. Yet as I opened the door, I was surprised to find a short, unfamiliar woman standing outside. “Hi! You must be Elena,” she guessed. “My name is Sarah. I’m one of the maids who works cleaning the packhouse.” “Nice to meet you, Sarah,” I replied, though still very confused.

I am sorry”, thought Rose. She went and hid in an alley, changed her clothes and came out looking different. Anyone who saw the lady who entered the alley few minutes ago will be shocked at the transformation. She said a quick prayer and saw the irony in what she did and became extremely sad. *** *** *** Dennis was on his way back to the hotel from the business meeting he went to across the state and thought about picking up some girl to help him relax for the night. This was what he usually does whenever he came into this town. He drove down a street he knew so well to be one filled with call girls. As he drove down the street, he was looking out for one that would entice him but saw no

The head maid asked looking at the other maids in the room for an answer. "I told her. she said she was not hungry." The girl Liz, replied looking back at the woman. "She is not hungry?" The woman said laughing and repeating the word again as if to stick the word to her brain. "Do we have a new girl?" A girl named Helen asked looking at the woman. She's the head's maid assistant and a maid to the queen, she also sometimes follow the head maid to serve the king. "Yes. A new maid to the king, can you believe that?" she said smiling. "She was brought here by Mr Travis to be a maid to the king."

In the closet, she only saw a black shirt hanging. She frowned and removed the black shirt. How might a black shirt be present here? Judging from the yardage, it seems to be James Smith's. There was nothing belonging to James Smith in this room, so where did it come from, or did the servant hang it in the wrong room? There was some confusion in her mind, but she didn't dwell on it. And then she put on the shirt. The shirt was so large that it draped over her like an oversized gown.