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.

tabletop and glanced up to get some

YOU ABOUT THIS PAIN. PLEASE FORGIVE ME. After writing

None!

WILL NOT HAPPEN AGAIN. HAVE SOME MERCY. THERE IS NO

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

FU*CKIN KNOW HOW BIG IS YOUR MEMBER, JUSTIN?

wide with surprise making him

DON’T BELIEVE ME, LOOK INSIDE YOUR UNDERWEAR. YOU WILL REALIZE WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT. YOU WILL REALIZE WHAT I HAVE BEEN

a hand appeared and removed the marker from my hands, pulling me towards

his chest.

could feel him shaking against me but now I was mad at him. Why was he laughing now? Why he could not understand that I was

laughing,” I punched his chest, “Let me write more. I am not finished yet.” I started wiggling

of his grip.

against my hair, “Stop writing all this on the tabletop. What would Edith think? You are telling the world

was again rigid, leaning

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

up the marker and wrote

WON’T RETURN FOR A

after reading it, “I went out to buy a few things and see what I found.” Leaving me there, he went to the kitchen counter and brought a brown bag.

on the table and I

and stared at his

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