Ouch! my ceo fiancé fell for his maid by Lisa alman novel Chapter 118

118-Ideas

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Sarah Garner's pov.

Yes. I planned everything. Yes, I was looking for a vulnerable moment when I could easily confide my insecurities to Keith.

He hated liars. So, I needed to tell him during labor pains about what I did to Ashley. Today a huge burden was lifted off my chest. I felt lightheaded and lightweight. Ha-ha.

'What are you thinking?" Keith asked me while rocking Mashal in his arms. He was pacing around in the room and was sweet-talking to our daughter who was fast asleep.

"I am thinking that how much I love you." I was sure there was pride in my eyes for our beautiful daughter and for her caring father.

Keith gently placed her in the crib and quickly closed the gap between us, "I love you too, my love." He bent down and gave me a sound kiss. However, he straightened up when we heard a soft knock on the door.

"Marw!" I outstretched my arms, inviting my brother for a hug.

"How are you, sister? Congrats’" he hugged me back and kissed my forehead. However, like always he didn’t stay long, and his eyes started searching for something until it landed on the small cot.

‘There she is!" A huge smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he strolled towards her, "Hello there!" he cooed gently, and I could detect uneasiness on his face.

None of us ever met or held a baby. Well! not really this closely. I still remember. We were quite young when Mom got pregnant. All of us were over the moon.

I often used to get irritated by Marwick when he used to tease me that it would be a baby boy. Instead of fighting him, I used to sit in a corner and cry. Because I always wanted a baby sister.

I felt my heart being clenched by some unseen force.

Ashley Walters! Who was basically Ashley Garner. God did listen to me in His unique way. He did bless me with a baby sister.

If only we could know about her before.

Quite awkwardly, Marwick held Mashal in his arms and observed her face fondly. The first thing he came up with was...

"She resembles me!" I saw Keith smirking at the announcement and threw a warning glance in his direction. He was going to say something nasty, but I didn't want him to hurt Marwick. My brother was trying to get acquainted with the new family member.

"Be mentally prepared. Mom and Dad might come to visit you." Marwick said casually and I went rigid after the revelation.

Mom and Dad? Seriously? Why now?

They never cared for me for freaking nine months. Now they wanted to visit me?

"Dad is already getting my hate. I am not asking you to forgive him. But just ..." he, at last, looked up from the distance, "Just be... You! Don't shun them away as I did."

He said quietly and was about to put down Mashal when Keith got to him and took our daughter in his arms.

Just then the door opened with a bang and Grandpa arrived carrying his signature stick.

"Grandpa!” I squealed with delight.

He was shaking while trying to reach me. Marwick was at once beside him to hold him, ‘Why are you alone, Grandpa?" Along with me, Marwick also looked behind him if any of my parents accompanied him.

"Ashton wanted to escort me, but I rejected the offer," Grandpa said and took a seat at the edge of my bed, "I can’t bear his presence near me. Especially after knowing what he did to Ashley's mom."

He held my hand and kissed it gently, "He might come here anytime and come up with some silly stories. Don't believe him!" Grandpa kind of warned me. My gaze shifted to Marwick who cocked a brow with a smirk. It had an l-told-you-so look!

"Congratulations, my little girl!" Dad kissed my forehead and stroked my hair. My mom was also standing there beside him with an aloof face, i

None of them even bothered to meet my daughter or shake hands with Keith. Marwick was also there but Dad and Mom both chose to ignore him too.

Grandpa had left before their arrival as he could not stay in the hospital for long hours. He was already weak with a sensitive heart condition and wanted to stay home.

'Thanks, Dad!" I said with a forced smile. He was here to meet me. If his heart could melt for his daughter, then I was sure it would definitely melt for his granddaughter too.

"Did Dad talk to you about something?" Dad's voice dropped to a very low whisper. He kept stroking my hair with a smile, but he didn't want to get heard by Keith or Marwick.

'Grandpa was here to meet Mashal. Why, Dad?" I held his hand and looked up into his blue eyes. He was still a handsome man for his age.

"I mean ... did he talk to you about some ... umm ... property?" I frowned and shook my head.

No, Dad. He was just here for a few minutes and then left."

"Listen, sweetheart. You need to talk to Dad. He has gone crazy."

Why? What happened? Is it something..." I was about to say more when Mashal started crying. Keith instantly started rocking her.

"She might be hungry," Keith told me softly before handing over my baby.

"I just want a minute to talk to my daughter," Dad huffed at Keith between clenched teeth. He was still not looking at my husband’s face.

"My daughter is hungry, Mr. Garner." Keith said with finality and helped settling Mashal in my arms, "Now can we have some privacy please?"

Before Dad could utter another word, Keith turned to Marwick, "Can you please take them out? Mashal needs her feed." "Gladly!" Marwick responded curtly and stood there staring at Dad. He was not on talking terms with him, but anything could be expected from my brother.

Dad knew Marwick would never hesitate to drag him out. "Let’s go." Dad just fixed his collar and called my mom who had been there beside him like a dummy.

She was not like this when we were kids. But the miscarriage of her third baby made her somewhat aloof to her surroundings.

She could never get back to herself.

"I am leaving, Sarah. Don’t forget to talk to Dad. If you want, you can give me a call whenever you are free.”

I didn’t know what the issue was but with an adorable baby, I don't think I would be getting any time soon to call anyone. Not even my dad.

Keith had already decided to spoil both of his girls to bits. Instead of Dad, I guess I needed to talk to Grandpa and ask him what that commotion was about.

Ashley Deluca's pov:

It had been one week since Sarah gave birth to Mashal. The small family had moved to their new house. On Sarah's request, I had designed Mashal's nursery.

Thankfully, tonight Justin agreed to accompany me to watch a romantic comedy and we had lots of Doritos to eat. However, instead of watching the movie, he was throwing subtle glances at me.

I gave the impression as if I was not aware of it. But every time when I used to laugh at some funny scene, his gaze used to get glued to my face.

The movie must have hardly reached halfway when I picked up the remote and switched it off.

"What?” I rolled my eyes at him.

'What?" he asked me with all the innocence on his face.