As my eyes met Oliver's perfectly groomed appearance, my heart sank. His cold and imposing presence only intensified my nervousness. Stepping out of the car, he exuded an air of dread, commanding attention of everyone as he gracefully approached the entrance."Wow, he's so young, only around 23," I whispered to myself, surprised by his age. It seemed as though James had rushed us to fix the house, and I had mistakenly assumed Oliver to be much older. He gracefully approached the entrance, his youthful face belying the aura of authority that radiated from him. I stood beside Avery, both of us slightly hunched as we waited for Oliver's approach.As Oliver drew closer, James bent slightly in respect, his voice oozing politeness as he greeted him. "Welcome, Mr. Oliver. We've been expecting you. I trust your journey was comfortable?"I had a lump in my throat, hindering my ability to speak, and I coughed nervously. The sound seemed to catch Oliver's attention, and he cast a severe and col
Fear gripped me as I stood outside Mr. Oliver's door, my heart racing with anticipation of what awaited me on the other side. Taking a deep breath, I summoned the courage to knock on the door, my trembling hand barely making contact with the wood.To my surprise, Mr. Oliver's cold voice invited me in, and I cautiously entered the room. There he sat, hunched over a laptop, his icy gaze fixed on the screen. The table stood in stark contrast, empty save for a vacant space where I placed his desired cup of coffee. As I nervously began pouring the liquid from the jug, my hands betrayed my anxiety, causing droplets to splash onto the porcelain.His eyes, like piercing emeralds, bore into my soul, and I could practically feel his disdain emanating from him. "I know you're not what you pretend to be," he sneered, his voice laced with disdain. "I despise people like you, trying to put on a façade. It's pathetic." His words hit me like a slap to the face, and my anxiety intensified.As I lowere
Oliver lay sprawled on the garden, and when he stood up, fury consumed his features. His gaze fell upon me as I knelt down, and without a moment's hesitation, he blamed me for his fall. "It was you! You were behind this, weren't you? You're fired!" he bellowed, red-faced and seething with anger.My heart sank at his accusatory tone, but before I could defend myself, Sandy appeared, rushing to my aid. With a worried expression on her face, she interjected, "Wait, Oliver. Please, it wasn't her fault. It was mine. I left my room's door open, and Coco took that opportunity to escape. She wad only trying to stop him, not make you fall."Mr. Miller, who had been watching the scene unfold silently until now, spoke up with a stern voice, attempting to alleviate the tension. "Calm down, Oliver. Accidents happen, and it seems this was just an unfortunate incident."His words did little to quell Oliver's rage, who continued to fire accusations in my direction. No matter how much I tried to expla
Oliver's intense gaze bore into mine, searching for any sign of deception. My heart pounded in my chest, almost deafening in its rhythm. I could feel the tears starting to well up in my eyes, fearful of what Oliver might do or say next."I hope you understand the gravity of the situation," he stated sternly, emphasizing each word. "We take security very seriously in this house."I nervously replied, "I assure you, Mr. Oliver, I have never done anything to compromise the safety of this household."Just as I finished speaking, Christopher, interfered, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Come on, Oliver, give her a break. I've known her for a while now, and she's just a housekeeper. Not worth your time or attention."Oliver's gaze hardened, his eyes narrowing as they met Christopher's. The hall filled with tension, and it seemed as if the air had thickened.Coldly, Oliver responded to Christopher, "I appreciate your concern, but this is a matter I will handle myself."Christopher's smirk gr
As James hurried away, Willow, always quick to revel in others' misfortune, approached me with a smirk. "Little-angel," she sneered, "I'm pretty sure it's your last day in this house. Mrs. Oliver always finds a 'great solution' when she fires a housekeeper." Her laughter echoed in the hallway, adding to my anxiety.Before she turned to leave, Willow couldn't resist one last jab. With a mocking laugh, she threw ," I wish for you a bad luck!"Silently, I gathered my composure and made my way to Mr. Oliver's room, hoping Willow was wrong. The hallway felt longer than usual, and each step was like a burden. I knocked on the door." Come in!" He ordered , his voice cold.When I walked into the room, Mr. Oliver was still seated in the same chair. I walked up to him carrying the cup and jug, my hands shaking.With my voice scarcely heard, I stumbled, "Please, sir, your coffee."She remained focused his visage unflappable. The room felt suffocating. I tried to speak again, hoping to break thr
" Oh, no! This can't be good!" My heart raced as I anticipated how this unexpected encounter would unfold.To my surprise, Oliver didn't remove his hands from my shoulders or back away from our close proximity, even in Christopher's presence. Christopher wasted no time in addressing the situation. His voice carried a hint of affront as he remarked," Well, well, well, Oliver. It's truly amazing how people can change overnight, is not it ?Yesterday, you were ready to devour our dear friend here, and today you're making sweet eyes at the housekeeper. How foolish you must feel."I stood there in shock, not knowing where to put myself amidst the brewing tension. Oliver, undeterred, shot back at Christopher, his voice defiant."I do not watch what your opinion is, Christopher. I do not have to regard to you for my conduct."Christopher's eyes narrowed, his anger simmering beneath the surface. "You may not care now, Oliver, but mark my words, one day you'll have to answer for your arroganc
32 As I walked into the room, Oliver's stern expression incontinently caught my attention, transferring a bitedown my chine. He fixed his gaze on me and spoke with a firm tone, expressing his dissatisfaction," Youtook quite a while to show up."Feeling anxious and afraid of disappointing him, I cautiously moved closer, desperately searching for the right words to apologize."Mr. Oliver, I deeply apologize for my tardiness," I stammered anxiously.Oliver's tight expression suddenly transformed into a warm, captivating smile, revealing a set of gleaming, pearly white teeth that could easily dazzle anyone. I set up myself shortly stunned by thestriking change in his address. It was the second time I had ever seen him smile, and it caught me off guard.I also could not shake the feeling that when he was not smiling, he bore a striking resemblance to Mr. Miller. "It's alright," he replied in a soothing tone." As long as it's you, it does not count." I blinked, utterly taken aback b
little angel POVI gave Sandy a puzzled look, questioning why it was only me. "Why does they always insist that I serve them? What's the deal with these guys' obsession with coffee?"James rolled his eyes, clearly irritated by the question. "It's tea, not coffee!" he snapped. "Mr. Christopher simply has his preferences, and it's not for us to question them."Sandy couldn't contain herself any longer and burst into laughter once again. "Oh, come on, James! Lighten up! It's just a cup of tea."James's stern expression softened slightly, realizing that perhaps he had overreacted. "Well, it's not just a cup of tea," he muttered, almost to himself. "But, I guess you're right. I'll let Mr. Christopher know you'll be on your way."After James left, Sandy playfully nudged me and gave me a fake smile. "Hurry up, we don't want to upset Mr. Christopher," she said teasingly. I laughed and made my way downstairs to prepare the cup for him.As I walked, thoughts started to swirl in my head. Christo