Ouch! my ceo fiancé fell for his maid by Lisa alman novel Chapter 7

7- Old Goat!

Ashley pov:

I was taken into the same bedroom which originally belonged to my husband. I was still scared that my sick husband might return any second.

Though I did trust my handsome savior, but Mother Superior once told me that all wealthy men could never be trusted. They always helped and trusted their own kind.

I was just a maid and a contractual wife of that asshole.

This smart–ass…

I mean this round–assed man might be sincere, but it was silly to trust him.

Once inside the room, I went to the corner where my mattress was lying. My luggage was still not there. I needed to talk about it to this man who was helping me. The one who spent the night with me.

Yeah, I knew that I was blushing.

Hello!” I scrunched my nose when someone waved his hand before my eyes, “Back to the earth, kitten.”

The gorgeous man was frowning at me, “I have been calling you. Where are you?”

Oh! I was in heaven, handsome!

…

“Ah! I … I was … umm…” He was waiting for me quite patiently, “I haven’t got my bags… Mister …” I wanted him to tell me his name.

He kept looking at me and then took a heavy sigh, “Helga will bring you your lunch as it’s past breakfast time.”

“Please stop.” He turned to the door when I called him making him halt in his tracks, “I am Ashley…” I supplied with a shaky grin. He just nodded his head politely and left the room.

I was disappointed.

Earlier in the other room, he seemed more friendly. More approachable.

Once he left, the lanky woman whose name was Helga brought me a tray, “You can let me know if you like anything else. Right now, I brought you beef stew. It’s young master’s favorite.”

She seemed a little aloof. There was no smile no friendliness on her face. Her white hair was tied in a bun and not a single hair was out of place.

The beef stew was the young master’s favorite? Urgh.

She was talking about that man who was my husband. I did not want that food.

The mere thought was making me nauseated.

“Miss Helga!” She looked up while placing the tray on the carpet beside me, “I haven’t got my suitcases. Can you please ask someone to bring those to me?”

The woman who was kneeling beside me bent down and whispered, “I am not here to take

your orders, sweetie. Go and f*ck yourself!”

“Ex… Excuse me!”

She nodded her head, “You can’t order me around. I brought you this meal because I was asked to do so. That doesn’t give you any liberty to be authoritative.”

I did not know what to say. The bag had my necessities in it. I could not use the whole, male- scented, body wash to clean my same dress again and again. I needed my clothes. My lingerie.

My brush, comb, sanitary pads…

God!

The woman had left the room. Was there any member of the family left who was not rude to me? When ma’am Electra De Luca was screaming at me while signing the marriage document, I thought she was the worst I had seen.

Man! How wrong I was!

Maids were the worse. This Helga woman thought of herself very highly.

Every person living here seemed to be a pain in the ass. My gaze fell on the covered tray. I slid it towards me and removed the cover. The steaming hot stew smell hit my nostrils along with butter bread.

It made me realize that I was hungry.

But then I reminded myself that this was my husband’s favorite.

No, thank you.

Pushing away the tray, I tried to ignore the gargling sounds made by my stomach and laid on the mattress.

Due to last night’s sickness, I was still feeling weak and dizzy. Closing my eyes, I tried to push myself into oblivion when I heard the door opening and felt someone entering the room.

It must be Helga for collecting the tray. I shut my eyes so that she would not argue with me for not finishing off my food.

“I see. Your food is still there getting cold, kitten.” I heard his voice and opened my eyes. The man who did not like the idea of telling me his name was standing there.

“You can’t have your medicines on empty stomach.” His voice had turned slightly edgy.

“Master!” Helga entered inside with the medicine box, “Alex asked me to give you this.”

She walked to us busily and then her eyes landed on the tray, “Good God! You haven’t even started eating it?” This time there was friendliness written all over her face.

I wanted to ignore that two–faced bi*tch but her acting skills did not allow me to look somewhere else.

“I … I … Oh. Yes. I would… Now I remember.” She facepalmed with squeaky laughter, “I am sorry. I will just get your suitcase and bag for you.” She turned on her heels and the man sat down on the floor taking off the tray’s cover.