“Have you taken any medication?”
“Hey! I’m not some weakling who needs medication. What do you take me for?” He shot him a glare and ended the call, using his health as an excuse to avoid further questions. He handed the phone back to Mari.
“If he calls back, tell him I’ve gone to bed.”
“Yes, my lord,” Mari replied with a slight bow.
Clarisse yawned and stretched as she got out of bed. She headed to the bathroom to freshen up and wash her face after brushing her teeth. When she returned to her room, she found Blue making the bed.
“Hey, Blue,” she hurried to stop her. “I told you I’ll make my bed myself.”
“Good morning, ma’am. I’m sorry, but it’s my duty,” Blue replied with a smile, appreciating her kindness.
“No, making my bed isn’t your duty. I’d appreciate it if you refrain from doing it,” Clarisse said firmly.
“Tending to your needs and making you comfortable is my duty, ma’am. Asking me not to do it feels like you’re taking my job from me,” Blue said, surprised by her request.
“You said making me comfortable is your duty, but laying my bed makes me uncomfortable. You can do everything else, just not this one, please?” Clarisse insisted.
Blue was taken aback. She had never worked with anyone like Clarisse. She was used to being overworked, with bosses constantly complaining about her tasks, but that wasn’t the case with Clarisse. She had never met a rich woman who was as considerate and carefree as she was.
“How about we do it together, then?” Clarisse suggested, noticing Blue’s hesitation, but Blue immediately declined.
“I’m not on the same level as you, ma’am. That would be like insulting you, and I wouldn’t dare. I think I’ll leave it to you,” Blue said, stepping back.
“What makes you think we’re not on the same level?” Clarisse asked, a little confused.
“You’re my master’s wife, and I’m just a maid.”
“Being on different levels doesn’t mean we can’t be on the same level,” Clarisse said, looking at Blue earnestly.
Blue smiled bitterly. “Thanks for the kind words, but there are some places people like me can’t even dream of.”
“Why can’t you dream of it? Your dreams shouldn’t be denied just because you think they’re impossible.”
Blue sighed, her expression dropping. “But some dreams are truly impossible.”
Clarisse looked at her, unsure of what to say. She had once been in a position where she couldn’t even dream, and the few dreams she had were taken away.
“We can’t tell. Life sometimes has its surprises,” Clarisse said, turning to lay her bed, leaving Blue with a puzzled look. But Blue quickly shrugged it off.
“Will you be having breakfast in the dining room?” Blue asked.
“No, I’ll have it here,” Clarisse replied.
“Are you sure? I mean, Master has gone to work, so you don’t have to worry about eating with him.”
“Already? Does he leave for work this early?” Clarisse asked, surprised.
“I’m not exactly sure, but he came home late yesterday and woke up very early this morning. He was working even while eating, and then had to leave for some meetings.”
“Oh,” Clarisse said, her lips parting to say something when she was interrupted by a realization. “How come you know all of this?” she asked.
“The chief maid told me everything in case you needed a briefing. He had to supervise some work, which is why he’s not here to do it himself.”
Clarisse cleared her throat awkwardly. “That’s not necessary, I don’t need a briefing.”
“But he’s your husband. You might worry if you don’t see him,” Blue remarked.
“Why would I worry? If anything, I’m glad I don’t have to see him this morning,” Clarisse said, her tone dismissive.
“Are you sure?” Blue asked, looking at her closely, smiling. But Clarisse scoffed.
“I’m serious. We’re not in that kind of relationship.”
“What kind of relationship?” Blue asked, genuinely curious.
“A relationship where we worry about each other.”
“But he worries about you,” Blue pointed out.
“Ugh! What do you know?” Clarisse replied, leaving Blue once again with a puzzled expression.
Christian walked back to his office as soon as the impromptu meeting with the shareholders ended. He was informed that a guest was waiting for him. When he arrived, he was greeted by a woman in her late thirties, looking stunning in a stylish dress that exuded creativity.
“Good morning, Mr. Christian,” she said, standing up and smiling, with the lady beside her doing the same.
“Good morning, Mrs. Suzanne,” Christian replied with familiarity, gesturing for her to take a seat, which she appreciated. They all settled onto the sofa, away from Christian’s desk.
“To whom do I owe this visit?” Christian asked, his tone light as he glanced at her. “Coffee or tea?”
“I’ll go with coffee,” she replied.
He looked at his assistant, who had requested the same.
“One minute, then,” he said, dialing his secretary. She arrived a few minutes later, bringing two cups of coffee.
She gently placed them on the table before them.
“Thank you so much,” they both said in unison.
“You’re welcome. Now, let’s dive into it,” he gestured for them to state the reason for their visit.
Suzanne sipped her coffee before placing it back on the table gently. “First of all, I want to thank you for being our loyal customer-not just a loyal customer, but an amazing one.”
“That’s because your company never fails to deliver the best. As long as it continues exceeding our expectations, I see no reason why you wouldn’t have a loyal customer,” he replied.
Suzanne laughed. “And I’m glad I’m exceeding your expectations,” she said with a smile. “That being said,” she continued, “How’s Mrs. Clarisse?”
“She’s doing great.”
“Hm, I see she was the woman you purchased the limited edition dress for.”
“Any reason why you’re concerned about that?” Christian asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I was surprised to see what the dress has been turned into, circulating on social media.”
“The money was paid, and she is the owner, so she has the right to do whatever she wants with it.”
“I know that very well,” Suzanne responded, “and that’s what’s amazing about it-that she could turn it into the most beautiful, unique creation I’ve seen in the last ten years.”
“Hm,” Christian nodded with a smirk.
“Which is what brought me here,” Suzanne said, “I’m fascinated, and I would love to meet her.”
“Just meet her?”
Suzanne giggled. This man is so sharp, she thought, maintaining her composure.
“Probably have a drink with her and find out if she’s also a fashion designer…”
“She is.”
“For real? No wonder,” Suzanne laughed, amazed that her guess had been correct. “This is amazing.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.