Ouch! my ceo fiancé fell for his maid by Lisa alman novel Chapter 60

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.

JUSTIN! I AM SORRY.

I wrote on the wooden tabletop and glanced up to get some response, but the same poker face was there.

I GOT SCARED, JUSTIN. I DID NOT KNOW HOW TO TELL YOU ABOUT THIS PAIN. PLEASE FORGIVE ME. After writing it I again tried to see his reaction.

None!

PLEASE DON’T BE MAD AT ME. I SWEAR, THIS WILL NOT HAPPEN AGAIN. HAVE SOME MERCY. THERE IS NO PLACE LEFT ON THIS TABLE TO WRITE ANYMORE.

He now got busy drinking his coffee. And that enraged me. What did he think of himself? I needed to write more so I went to the other side of the table and started writing again stubbornly,

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

Frowning at him, I pointed towards the tabletop to read. His eyes went wide with surprise making him choke on his coffee. I started writing again,

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

Before I could write more, a hand appeared and removed the marker from my hands, pulling me towards

his chest.

I 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 upset too after hurting him?