Maureen's head was injured with an open cut and blood sprawled from it. Harry another chauffeur in the mansion saw her condition and rushed to her. He took her into his arms yelling. “Maureen! Maureen!” Immediately he saw the blood on her head, he shut his mouth and carried her into one of the cars that were packed nearby. He had been planning to step out so the car was open.He placed her in gently and then rushed back into the mansion to get the car keys. “Antonia! Come here!” he called out and soon Antonia arrived.“What's the matter and why are you shouting at the top of your voice?” she asked in a confused tone. “I need you to call Dr Gabriel and inform him that we'd be coming to the hospital. Do it quickly. We don't have time.” Harry told Antonia.“I don't understand. Why do I need to do that?” she asked again. “Look, Maureen injured her head and it's bleeding. Be fast about it.” Harry said.“Wait! Shouldn't we call Mr Charles before stepping out?” Harry inquired. “Don'

Hailey didn't waste a second and quickly she rushed to Charles and pushed her body into his in readiness to envelop him in a hug but Charles was swift and before their bodies collided, Charles stopped her. Hailey was confused by his action and a cruel crease appeared on her brows. She had only been able to sniff a little of his intoxicating masculine scent. “You're fully aware that I don't like hugs. Don't make the same mistake again.” Charles' words were cold and Hailey was a little displeased but he had told her before and she was aware.The expression on her face changed as she realised that she made a mistake.At first, when Hailey and Charles started their relationship, she had a difficult time adjusting because of his prospects. She met him at one of his business partners' wedding. What was surprising was how she secured an invitation. Her mother had devised the whole thing after she saw West Land company magazine in Hailey's room. She noticed that the page was flipped to th

I hate that I have to cry. I just hate that I can't control my emotions. I'm sad mainly because my parents had never yelled at me. Also, I worked per–time in Louisiana before I came to Texas and in my years of service, I had never been tortured by my boss not to speak of his friends or girlfriends. Antonia rushed toward me and I was sure that she had been watching everything. “Maureen, it's okay. Don't be like this. You don't deserve to be treated badly. Come on.” she said lifting me as I cried. She held my hand in one of her hands and the mop in the other. She dropped the mop and took me to my room. “Sit,” she said and placed me warily on the bed. “I don't know what she must have said to you but I don't want you to take her words to heart. You're a good person as well as a good cook. Don't be sad.” she said and I whimpered. “She's mean. I did all she asked of me. I had to prepare food for her and yet she was cruel.” I said while whimpering.“That was so bad of her. I didn't k

His being feverish explains the odd attitude that he had been displaying all morning. With my aid, sir Charles sat up. I adjusted the pillow and placed it behind his back so he'd be comfortable while sitting. Afterwards, I picked up the tray table and placed it across him. Our eyes met shortly as I did so but I averted my gaze since he was right before me. Besides I always feel shy whenever I'm closer to him. Also, I don't want him to think I'm flirting because I was privileged to come into his room. I was aware that sir Charles only authorised Antonia to come into his room since only she cleaned and touched his things so, being here felt good.Our gaze was magical even though it didn't last.I won't deny being dazzled as his deep blue eyes met my black. It felt like the perfect combo but I couldn't stare as much as I desired. Immediately I placed the tray before sir Charles, he picked up his fork to eat.A minute passed and sir Charles hadn't started eating. He simply held the fo

I didn't know what to say to Matthew as I was dumbfounded. I looked at him and realised that his suspicion is responsible for his awkward attitude. It explains all the weirdness.“What are you saying? Are you sick in the head?” I said in surprise. My heart was in my throat as fear washed over me. “Exactly what you heard. You love Mr Charles and it's very obvious,” he said in a whisper. “I can't believe you're saying this. Where's all this coming from.” I muttered staring into his eyes. I don't understand how he knows this or if he heard it from someone but his revelation is having an impact on me. “If I'm wrong then why are you being so defensive,” he said with a smirk. “You're out of your mind,” I said and shook my head. I have to deny as much as I can so that the idea drains out of his mind. “Look, I know everything. I'm not an idiot. I can see through you. You can deny it all you want but it doesn't change the fact that what I'm saying is nothing but the truth.” He said in conf