Ouch! my ceo fiancé fell for his maid by Lisa alman novel Chapter 78

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Ashley Walters pov

A loud voice rang in my ears when I once wiped my nose with it, “KITTEN! THIS WAS MY FAVORITE T-

SHIRT!”

Oh, Justin! Why?

Then I felt his fingers brushing my cheek and that made me jerk back. Turning around I tried to balance. the box in my arms and entered through the open curtain. Once stepping inside, I looked over my shoulder expecting him to follow me.

But found him rooted to the spot with closed eyes.

There were several pairs of eyes directed at me including Rayan and Sarah when I walked towards my

seat.

Rayan had an evil smirk plastered across his lips that vanished as soon as he saw my face. He must be surprised, at how I managed to wipe the dark brown taint off my mouth. All five students had taken the advantage of coming early and took the seats opposite other community members. The only seat left vacant was opposite the Dean’s seat.

Even their nameplates were moved according to their benefits.

I was taking slow steps when again a pair of arms reached out and took the carton from my hands. He placed it on the elongated table where Ashley Walters was written.

His sleeves were now folded up.

I reached for my seat and fished for a wet tissue from my purse.

Thankfully most of the smudge was already wiped by him. He didn’t seem convinced to sit opposite me or he must have sensed that I wanted to avoid him. He asked Sarah politely to sit on the middle seat that belonged to him and sat on his seat opposite Rayan.

I sat down with a faint hello and felt his eyes on me.

Raising my eyes, I looked at him. He quickly diverted his attention and focused on Rayan sitting there. I wish I could go to him and hold his collar.

Why did you do this to me, Justin?

“Honey. It’s getting obvious.” Sarah whispered the warning without making it noticeable to anyone around

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She was someone who I could never decide what kind of personality she was.

Duh! I hoped she was not suffering from multiple personality disorder. Ha–ha.

“Honorable, students,” Justin cleared his throat, “We have gathered here to assign you the projects based on your performance and conduct. Here we will be doing the bidding. We are very much proud of the fact that you people are part of our institution.”

He opened the file placed before him, “The first project that has the highest bidding belongs to Deluca’s head offices. I would be very happy if Ashley Walters….” This time he did make eye contact, “can do the honors. As she is the highest performer among you all. Ms. Walters?”

This was his professional side that I was witnessing for the first time.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Deluca,” I said, and could hear my heart drumming in my chest.

Last time when I had called him Mr. Deluca! He had called me Mrs. Deluca.

Sigh! Now we were divorced.

“Sir. This is an honor to get such a prestigious project, but I really want to try a residential one.” I brought the same professionalism into my voice.

“Ms. Walters. I do respect your choice. But Deluca board of members really want you to do our offices. They think that nobody can do it better than you and …”

“And?” I smiled confidently.

“And they think this project can bring you good money because let’s accept it. We all need a good payoff for a job we love.”

I ran a casual gaze at the designer community members and the students. Rayan’s jealousy was showing on his face but what shocked me was the genuine pride in Sarah’s eyes.

The girl did have some problem. She definitely needed a psychiatrist.

“I am honored, Mr. Deluca that you think so highly of me but …” I paused and rolled my lips between my teeth, “It’s better if I give the chance to someone else. Just to bring it to your record that…” I straightaway met his gaze, “I am already a millionaire.”

There was utter shock on Justin’s face. He was not expecting me to say it out loud like this.

“No disrespect intended, Ms. Walters.” My principal said intertwining his fingers into each other, “But according to your personal dossier, you don’t have a good financial background. I again insist that please don’t take it personally. There is nothing bad with not being financially strong. So how it happened? You got a bomb job, or you invested?”

It was an honest question asked by Mr. Gordan that made Sarah sitting across me, go a little tense. If Justin didn’t like it, he didn’t show it.

“No, sir. My background might not be wealthy like the rest of the people sitting here, but I started offering certain services to certain people. I used to sell different stuff to big shots and earned well. Last time I sold something too precious to an affluent person and got paid handsomely for it.” I finished with a smile. There was no need to tell anyone that I was talking about my V–card.

This time I detected amusement in Sarah’s eyes which she quickly hid. While Justin’s eyes were blazing with rage. He was not a fool who could not understand what I was trying to convey.