Ouch! My CEO Fiancé Fell For His Maid

60-Mrs. Deluca

Ashley Walters pov

Watching him standing there in the kitchen brought tears of relief to my eyes. Those droplets started flowing down my face and I quickly wiped them with the back of my hands.

“You are here? I thought you are mad at me and have left me here.”

He got frozen in one place while Edith quickly left the kitchen and got vanished, God knows where.

Without looking up, he started assembling everything on the tray.

Carrying the tray in one hand and a chit in the other hand, he walked past me but did not forget to slip the note into my hand.

The chit said, “Come and eat your breakfast.”

Wiping my face again, I silently followed him and sat on the chair that he had quietly pulled out. As usual, he started piling up my plate.

We began eating. His eyes were focused on his plate while mine were focused on his face.

“Justin!” I tried talking to him, but his face dipped more into his plate. Curving down my lips, I continued eating my eggs.

Then something clicked my mind. Standing up, I went to the kitchen to fetch the marker from the counter.

I could feel his gaze burning me. Mister Deluca did not want to talk to me but wanted to stare at my ass.

After returning, I poured some orange juice into my glass and opened the marker.

I AM SORRY.

on the wooden tabletop and glanced up to get some response, but the same poker face

DID NOT KNOW HOW TO TELL YOU ABOUT THIS PAIN.

None!

HAPPEN AGAIN. HAVE SOME MERCY. THERE IS NO PLACE LEFT

And that enraged me. What did he think of himself? I needed to write more so I went to the other side of the

BIG

towards the tabletop to read. His eyes went wide with surprise making him choke

WILL REALIZE WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT. YOU WILL REALIZE WHAT I HAVE BEEN TALKING ABOUT ALL THIS TIME…

I could write more, a hand appeared and removed the marker

his chest.

him. Why was he laughing now? Why he could not understand that

more. I am not finished yet.” I

of his

tabletop. What would Edith think? You are telling the

again rigid, leaning against

of my hand, “Hey, love. I was not mad at you.” I did not try to look

up the marker and wrote again

OUT AND WON’T RETURN FOR A

Justin told me after reading it, “I went out to buy a few things and see what I

table and I found several Doritos

and stared at his

gently and brushed away my hair from my face, “I can’t stay mad at you. Yes, I was hurt. And why would I leave you