7- Old Goat!

Ashley pov:

I was taken into the same bedroom which originally belonged to my husband. I was still scared that my sick husband might return any second.

Though I did trust my handsome savior, but Mother Superior once told me that all wealthy men could never be trusted. They always helped and trusted their own kind.

I was just a maid and a contractual wife of that asshole.

This smart–ass…

I mean this round–assed man might be sincere, but it was silly to trust him.

Once inside the room, I went to the corner where my mattress was lying. My luggage was still not there. I needed to talk about it to this man who was helping me. The one who spent the night with me.

Yeah, I knew that I was blushing.

Hello!” I scrunched my nose when someone waved his hand before my eyes, “Back to the earth, kitten.”

The gorgeous man was frowning at me, “I have been calling you. Where are you?”

Oh! I was in heaven, handsome!

“Ah! I … I was … umm…” He was waiting for me quite patiently, “I haven’t got my bags… Mister …” I wanted him to tell me his name.

He kept looking at me and then took a heavy sigh, “Helga will bring you your lunch as it’s past breakfast time.”

“Please stop.” He turned to the door when I called him making him halt in his tracks, “I am Ashley…” I supplied with a shaky grin. He just nodded his head politely and left the room.

I was disappointed.

Earlier in the other room, he seemed more friendly. More approachable.

Once he left, the lanky woman whose name was Helga brought me a tray, “You can let me know if you like anything else. Right now, I brought you beef stew. It’s young master’s favorite.”

She seemed a little aloof. There was no smile no friendliness on her face. Her white hair was tied in a bun and not a single hair was out of place.

The beef stew was the young master’s favorite? Urgh.

She was talking about that man who was my husband. I did not want that food.

The mere thought was making me nauseated.

“Miss Helga!” She looked up while placing the tray on the carpet beside me, “I haven’t got my suitcases. Can you please ask someone to bring those to me?”

who was kneeling beside me bent down and whispered, “I am not

orders, sweetie. Go

“Ex… Excuse me!”

her head, “You can’t order me around. I brought you this meal because I was

I could not use the whole, male- scented, body wash to clean

brush, comb, sanitary pads…

God!

woman had left the room. Was there any member of the family left who was not rude to me? When ma’am Electra De Luca was screaming at me while signing the marriage document, I thought she

How wrong I

the worse. This Helga woman thought

a pain in the ass. My gaze fell on the covered tray. I slid it towards me and removed the cover. The steaming hot

that I was

reminded myself that this

No, thank you.

I tried to ignore the gargling sounds made by

tried to push myself into oblivion when I heard the door

I shut my eyes so that she would not argue with me for not finishing off

heard his voice and opened my eyes. The man who

stomach.” His

box, “Alex asked me to give

“Good God! You haven’t even started eating it?” This time there was friendliness written all over

ignore that two–faced bi*tch but her acting

the taste. Ask him!” She tilted her

Is it that bad?” She was trying to

to me that he just had his food with his

bitch! I was least

not a servant who was not

meal.

guilty about it because he closed his eyes in exasperation for a minute.

a moment Helga was shocked not

“Master! …”

she started

not expecting

“Yes, dear?”

to be taken aback by the

my dear? It’s seventy!” She chuckled while turning her head

to start my meal until and unless you get my bag for me.” I stretched

Ah! Silence!

I told her sweetly. She seemed to have lost her voice. Her mouth was opened but nothing was

seemed funny.

would… Now I remember.” She facepalmed with squeaky laughter, “I am sorry. I will just get your suitcase and bag for you.” She turned on her heels

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