Chapter 35 Be Prepared To Serve As A Maid

Hassan's text message detonated like a thunderbolt in Elena's mind, shattering her dreams of love into a pile of debris.
She was no longer the pure and innocent Elena she once was.
Now, she was a cheap mistress who had signed a contract to sell her body.
Seeing Elena's pale face, William asked with concern, "Who sent the text message?"
Panicking, Elena hid her phone and replied, "It's nothing, just some silly fool."
"You think my sister will wake up tomorrow morning by eight?" She asked in return.
William nodded confidently. "Do you still doubt my abilities?" From performing surgery to prescribing medication, he was meticulous in every detail.
At the age of three, his father taught him to read medical texts, imparting knowledge about both traditional Chinese and Western medicine.
By the age of ten, he was already studying clinical medicine at the hospital, shadowing his father and learning to diagnose and prescribe treatment.
At fifteen, he passed the entrance examination for medical school.
Unbeknownst to others, they may call him a genius, but he knows best that he is not. It was simply because he had invested more time than others.
"No, no, I didn't doubt it at all! I'll go home now, see you tomorrow!"
Elena grabbed her bag from the sofa and rushed out, returning to Annie's room and briefly discussing with Sarah before finally leaving the hospital.
From afar, William watched Elena's figure disappear into the distance, a mix of emotions filling his heart.
He continued to stand at the top of the hospital building, looking at Elena's delicate figure underneath the street lamp. She climbed into a taxi and disappeared into the stream of night lights.
Forty minutes later, Elena hurriedly arrived at Paris Bay.
As usual, Noura was waiting at the gate, leading her inside.
"Miss Walker, you finally came!" Noura spoke with a sense of joy.
After entering the living room, Elena did not see Hassan. She guessed that Hassan would probably explode in anger at her and humiliate her fiercely.
But why couldn't she even see his shadow?
"Oh, Noura, where is Hassan?" Elena asked in surprise.
"Well, the master was just in the living room!" Noura replied, somewhat perplexed.
Nabil walked down the stairs, "Miss Walker, the master is currently preoccupied. Please wait a moment."
He's busy? Making her wait! If he was busy, why did he call her over? Was this man's mind messed up?
Alright, then she'll wait!
Looking at the time, it was already midnight. Fortunately, Elena had taken a two-hour nap in the afternoon, so she wasn't too tired. She sat on the sofa and waited.
"Miss Walker, would you like a late-night snack?" Noura considerately walked over to ask.
Elena shook her head. "I'm not hungry for now, maybe later."
"The master is in the study on the second floor. Miss Walker can wait there!" Noura reminded her.
Wait! That word carried a complex meaning. It meant that she would have to accept his "favor".
Thinking of the tormenting pain, fear filled Elena's heart.
Why did novels describe it as so captivating, when experiencing it firsthand was so terrifying? Novels are all lies, she will never read romance novels again in the future.
After waiting for an hour, Elena still hadn't received his summons.
Unable to bear it any longer, Elena went straight to the study on the second floor.
Pushing open the heavy wooden door, she could see Hassan's dark figure sitting at the desk, reviewing some documents.
Completely focused, it truly matched his identity as a CEO.
In an instant, Elena realized that this man was like a cunning fox with many faces.
When he was evil, he was like a detestable hooligan.
When he was focused, he was like a business elite.
In times of danger, he was even more like a superhero.
When he was angry, he was like a demon from hell.
This scene seemed extremely eerie.
Hassan worked silently at his desk, while Elena stood quietly beside him, waiting.
In the tranquil air, only the sound of the ticking clock was heard moving.
After a while, Elena's feet went numb, and she was about to turn and leave.
"Stay right there!"
His cold voice sounded, and Elena looked at him in astonishment. How did he know she was here when he hadn't even looked up?
"My legs are sore, I want to sit down for a while!" Elena complained.
"So what? Stand for another hour!"
The icy voice left no room for negotiation. Elena felt resentful. She was his mistress, not his slave.
Hassan raised his sharp black eyes. "I dislike tardiness, and you were ten minutes late. Anyone who works for me is responsible for their own mistakes."
Elena almost fainted. She knew, she knew that after waiting for two hours for no reason, being punished to stand was definitely not a good sign.
Sure enough, this bastard was truly twisted.
"I'm not your employee, why should I be subjected to such constraints?" Elena squinted at him.
Hassan narrowed his dangerous gaze. "As a mistress, you should set an example. Of course, if you can't understand, you can just stand there until you do!"
Elena struggled to swallow her breath. It was evident that this was his world, he was the king here, and he dictated the rules. She didn't want to argue with him anymore.
She stood for another twenty minutes when Noura knocked on the door from outside.
"Master, Miss Walker's dinner is ready."
Elena finally breathed a sigh of relief. She understood that Noura was giving her an out.
"Get lost!" Hassan growled, and Noura's response could be heard from outside the door, "Yes, master!"
And then, there was nothing else.
Elena was on the verge of collapsing. She couldn't take it anymore. She had been running to the hospital all day and was exhausted.
And this boring man was tormenting her even at one o'clock in the morning.
Elena took two steps and then plopped down on the sofa in the study.
"Ah, I'm too tired. Let me rest for a while!"
After saying that, she glanced at Hassan.
Clap!
Hassan slammed shut the documents in his hand and quickly walked toward Elena.
Soon, Elena could hear his displeased voice above her head.
"Get up!"
Elena took off her shoes, curled up on the sofa and rested her head on the armrest, pretending to be asleep while ignoring him.
"I said, get up!"
Hassan roared and reached out to lift Elena up, his big hand landing heavily on her buttocks.
"Ow!" Elena winced in pain, her little face wrinkling.
"You bastard, you hit me!"
"Yes, and you deserved it. Remember, if you dare to do it again, it won't just be a spanking you'll be receiving as a punishment."
Hassan said fiercely.
Elena, refusing to back down, swung her little paws and pounced.
"You think you're someone special, huh? You dared to hit me, so I'm going to hit you back... mmm..."
A pair of scorching lips stole her voice away completely.
He lifted her up, pressing her against the wall along with his leg, allowing her to straddle his leg like riding a horse.
Throughout the whole process, his lips never stopped invading and plundering her.
This little fairy was simply too sweet. The softness of her lips was like a fragrant flower, growing sweeter and more addictive with each kiss.
Her smooth skin was as tender as silken tofu, and the feel of it beneath his fingertips made his whole body's blood boil in an instant.
Thousands of cells clamored to possess her, to have her!
"Mmm..."
Elena let out a soft whimper, feeling as if all the air in her lungs was being sucked away by him, her face burning with heat.
After a while, he reluctantly released her little lips.
She laid against the wall, tilting her head, weakly slumped over his leg.
Her lovely face was tinged with a shy blush, her beautiful eyes half-open in a misty haze, her swollen lips tinged with a glistening sheen, tempting like jelly.
Her rising chest moved vigorously, subtly revealing the undulating peaks beneath her partly open neckline.