Ouch! my ceo fiancé fell for his maid by Lisa alman novel Chapter 77

77-Meeting Him

Ashley Walters pov

“Where are you going? Weren’t the project bids supposed to be in the afternoon?” Evelyne asked me, coming out of her bedroom and holding her yawn. Her jet black hair was ruffled and messy but somehow, she still managed to look s3xy.

Instead of responding to her question, I remarked, “How do you manage to look this s3xy right after bed?” Her hand that was busy scratching her head, froze,

“Elijah used to say that a lot.” The smile on her face was sad but long ago we had stopped crying at the mention of the names of Elijah or Sam.

“And Sam used to tell me that I should pursue my career instead of serving in that Ice cream café.” I tried to manage a shaky grin, “I miss them so much.”

“They both must be so proud of you.” She came closer and hugged me in a death grip. I started rubbing

her back.

For so many months, she had been visiting a psychiatrist for her mental health, but I knew she still missed

him.

“Before their death, they told me that I should consider them as my family and …” I could not finish it. What if they were still alive?

Would they be happy that we achieved so much in life? Would they had beaten Justin for hurting me because I was like a sister to them?

“I am sure, Eve, that Elijah must be proud of you too. Do take your time. Mourn some more. But please don’t close the doors of your heart. Let someone enter here.” I tapped her chest, “Not all guys want to be laid back as soon as they meet you. Some might be genuine!” She chuckled and pulled back,

“Look who is talking!” she remarked shaking her head.

Picking up my bag, I kissed her cheek, “Don’t cook dinner tonight. I will manage something.” She was the most hardworking one among us.

“Don’t worry about that. Today I am not going to the salon. I am planning to watch movies and make Aniya do the dishes and cooking.”

I grinned when she winked, “You asked me about my project bidding. It’s in the afternoon. Right now, I am just going to submit the thesis to Professor Georgy. By the way, there is some leftover coffee in the kitchen.”

“Ah! Professor Georgy! The same one who has got hots for you?” She asked me mischievously.

“Nah! Please. He is just my teacher. Plus, don’t forget about my sweet boyfriend Gerald.”

“Yeah! I know!” she dismissed my point with a careless wave of her hand, “he is sweet but not boyfriend material. He is more like a brother material!”

F*ck! Did she know?

While walking to the university, her remark about Professor Georgy made me giggle. I had to look around quickly otherwise people might think I had gone nuts.

I took the flight of stairs to reach the first floor where Mr. Georgy’s office was located. I raised my hand to knock his office door but then it went still when someone came out. She tried to hurtle past me at an alarming speed and bumped into me causing me to drop my folder.

“Ouch! Sorry!” Without looking at the person’s face, I quickly bent down to pick up my folder. Upon straightening, I found myself looking into familiar blue eyes. She was also a little bent but must have dropped the idea of picking up my file when she saw me fetching it.

“Oh, It’s you, Ashley!” She said being all friendly, “Hi. Nice to meet you after so long.” She extended her hand but instead of taking it, I decided to walk past her.

Was she serious? She had been sending me those crazy silly notes and then expected me to return her handshake?

“Hey hey hey…” She blocked my path with her arms spread out, “Why so unfriendliness, girl?”

Just wow. Look at the gall of the girl. Did I need to explain to her why I was avoiding her? Or was it someone else who was sending me those notes with the intention that Sarah could be blamed?

“By the way,” she brought her mouth near my ear, “Aren’t you getting those notes?” When I pulled back to eye her face, she nodded with a smirk, “You haven’t replied to any of them. Psst! Such a shame! Not even a single response while on the other hand, I kept tiring myself with all those creative quotations!”

She was still a sicko, indeed!

Hell! Eve was right. She was a bi*tch!

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“You did not even confront her?” Evelyne shook me madly, “If I was in your place, I would have killed her with my bare hands! You could have at least slapped hard on that beautiful face!”