Ouch! My CEO Fiancé Fell For His Maid

62- Bad, Worse, Worst

Sarah pov

Keith reached me on time and both of us left the mansion after midnight. He had brought the car, but it was sensible not to walk through the crowded area.

When we reached the town, the place was swarming and without realizing what he was doing, Keith held my hand a little protectively.

“Walk this side.” He pulled me towards the sidewalk and increased the grip around my hand, “Coffee? Or

slush?”

His offer seemed absurd to me, “The girl is missing for the past two and a half days, Keith,” I pointed out, ” We can’t waste our time on a picnic.”

“We are not exactly picnicking, Sarah. Even if the girl is missing, we do need our food and drink… or are you planning to go on a hunger strike?”

He smirked and pulled me towards a small café. The man had an influential background. His father dealt with property, and he was the only heir to all the wealth.

Still, he was so fond of going to small cafes.

A few minutes back my mind was on Ashley but once I entered the café, I could not help thinking that drinking a slush had eased off my mind.

“Do you know where she works?” he asked me, playing with his straw, “How do you know about this ice cream Heaven?”

“I followed her.” The words were out before I could stop them. I looked away when I felt my cheeks burning under his gaze, “I am sorry,” I muttered, “I know it is not ethical to breach anyone’s privacy.”

He chuckled but chose not to remark. We were silent for a few minutes, busy in our thoughts. I had been going out with Justin and was habitual of waitresses falling for him.

They used to adjust their necklines… those bras when they used to look at him and that always annoyed

1. me.

But since this morning’s breakfast, it was different. Keith was an ordinary–looking man with no muscles, and no gym routine.

He used to easily mingle in public. Justin used to admire him and Terry because accompanying Justin meant to start copying him.

Shella and Nadia used to mimic me and compete with me. They had the same brands of

their brain could not go

noticed. He was dressed quite casually in a not–so–modern jacket and a pair of old–fashioned denim.

me out?” My eyes snapped up when I heard his

my eyes and busied myself looking

want to

high or something? I am… No. Wait! Let’s put it like this. You are out of

I was out of his league was more rude so I

examining my nails which were freshly painted in

out about that

to pay

delusional if you think I will let you pay.” He took out some bills and tossed them on the table.

pay. You did pay this morning

am not letting a girl pay

Because you have a peanut sized ego?”

not any girl. If it was some other girl, I could have cut some slack. You are my

not sit well with me.

fiancée when you called me a

Bummer. That was out of line, and I apologize.” The apology sounded

accepted until you find that girl for

that girl? Despite her stealing your fiancé?” That remark of his made

I can’t

him married, Sarah. Don’t you think it’s

now, I just want to find out about Ashley Walters.

the

Heaven.

here. You said that those employers

from any risk or danger. I hoped

inside and didn’t