Chapter 132 Stay Away from Me
The night was thick and silent, with only the hum of experimental equipment and the clacking of keyboards breaking the stillness.
Sebastian glanced over. Camilla was busy jotting down data, the light casting a small shadow on her nose.
He used to work these late nights alone, sometimes even pulling all-nighters. Having someone with him tonight felt strangely wonderful.
By the time they left the lab, it was already midnight.
Back at the apartment building, they exchanged goodnights. Camilla was the first to open her door and head inside.
Sebastian watched her slender back and remembered her standing in the hotel lobby in a long dress, drenched from the afternoon rain, like she had stepped out of a painting.
Her slender waist, her plump chest...
Sebastian snapped back to reality, cursed under his breath, and quickly turned to go inside.
As if a second later, his embarrassment would be noticed...
Camilla took a shower and fell asleep immediately.
Under the same night sky, Amara was tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
It was already 2 AM, and Leopold hadn't come back yet.
Elodie's scolding during the day was like a thorn in her mind, impossible to shake off.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She got out of bed in her nightgown and walked out of the bedroom.
The large villa was empty and dark.
"Where is everyone? Where did you go?"
She shouted, "Get out here, all of you!"
In the middle of the night, the two maids were sleeping soundly. Hearing Amara calling, they thought something had happened and quickly got up, not even bothering to put on clothes.
"Amara, what's wrong? What's wrong?"
"Is your stomach hurting?"
"Do you need a doctor?!"
Amara stood there with a cold expression. "You two sleep so soundly. Are you on vacation or something? I hire you to take care of me and the baby!"
The two maids were dumbfounded.
They thought, 'In the middle of the night, what else is there to do but sleep?
'You don't sleep, and you won't let others sleep?'
'Ridiculous!'
But they didn't dare say that out loud.
Both were brought over from the Wipere family's old house by Elodie. Knowing Amara was pregnant, they didn't dare to resist and could only swallow their anger.
"Do you have any orders?"
"I want black truffle beef stew."
"Now?"
Amara sneered, "Is there a problem?"
"No. I'll make it now."
Amara was somewhat satisfied. She moved her waist. After sitting in class all day and tossing and turning for half the night, she was indeed a bit tired.
She looked at the other maid standing nearby. "You, come over and give me a massage."
The maid, seeing Amara pointing at her, didn't realize immediately. "Are you calling me?"
Amara said, "Is there a third person here besides you and me? I'm very tired today. Come and give me a massage."
The maid frowned. "Amara, you're pregnant. You can't just get a massage."
"I think you're just being lazy and don't want to help me, right?"
"Absolutely not. I'm a certified maternity care specialist, so I know what pregnant women can and can't do."
Hearing "certified," Amara reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instantly bristling. "I told you to massage, so massage! So much nonsense. Do you still want this job?! I don't care if you're certified or not. If you don't listen to me, get out!"
The maid wanted to argue but seeing Amara so adamant, she gave up.
She thought, 'Fine, I'll massage. If something goes wrong, it's not my fault. It's Amara's request.'
"Alright, please lie down."
Amara lay down on the sofa. "That's more like it. You only move when I get tough. Pathetic!"
The maid paused, took a deep breath, and held back.
"Did you not eat dinner? So light? Can you use some strength?"
The maid replied, "Okay."
"Ah! I said use some strength, not break my bones. Are you doing this on purpose?"
The maid took another deep breath. "Sorry, is this pressure okay?"
"It's alright."
Half an hour later, the black truffle beef stew was served. It looked high-quality and perfectly cooked.
However, Amara took one bite and put down the spoon, frowning. "What's this taste? Why does it taste weird?"
"Is it undercooked?"
The maid panicked. "How could it be undercooked? I've been making black truffle beef stew for years. Maybe you should try it again?"
Amara crossed her arms and sneered. "If the cooking is fine, then the truffle must be the problem. But I remember the other maid said the truffles bought for me were the best. So, you swapped them out for something inferior?"
The maid was shocked by her accusation and quickly defended herself. "Amara, how can you accuse me like that? I've been with the Wipere family for twenty years and never made a mistake! If you think I'm up to something, call the police now. I'll fully cooperate with the investigation!"
Mentioning the police, Amara's eyes flickered.
She didn't really think there was a problem with the truffle. She just wanted to vent her frustration.
Elodie ripped into her, so she went and gave Elodie's maids a good talking to, like, really laid into them!
"What's all the noise? Not sleeping in the middle of the night?"
Leopold, reeking of alcohol, came home to find the house in chaos, his face showing more irritation.
Amara immediately changed her expression, no longer bothering the maids, and smiled as she approached. "Leopold, you're back? Let me get your clothes. By the way, there's black truffle beef stew in the kitchen..."
Before she could finish, Leopold coldly pushed her away.
"Didn't I tell you to stay away from me? Don't you understand?"
He stepped back two steps, looking at her as if she were a piece of trash he couldn't get rid of.
Amara's smile froze.
Bothered to see her act, Leopold went straight upstairs to the master bedroom.
Amara's face twisted uncontrollably.
Turning around, she saw the two maids still there and snapped, "What are you looking at? Never seen a couple fight? Get out!"
Amara brought a tray of hangover soup from the kitchen. Before she could knock, she noticed the door was ajar. She quietly pushed it open, finding the room empty but hearing the sound of water from the bathroom.
Thinking of something, Amara fell silent, put down the tray, and tiptoed over.
Leopold turned on the shower, letting the water flow over him. Suddenly, he saw a shadow approaching the frosted glass door.
He squinted, eyes cold.
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
