Chapter 12 Accidents

(Lena's POV)
Rafael's kindness to me early in the morning, he said I could not go to work today.
That's right, on the first day of work, I slept over in the boss's office and was told the next day that I could take a day off.
I think I would have enjoyed this errand if the other party was not Raphael.
Now that he has said so, I am not under any pressure at all.
"Thanks."
When he heard me speak, his movements seemed to pause for a moment, and then, suddenly, he turned to look at me.
I know what he means by this.
Just as I did then, and as a way of thanking him for my leave, I went over and kissed him on the lips.
This time, I counted my gullibility, Rafael did not let go of me, he instead clasped the back of my head and deepened the kiss heavily.
Feeling suffocated, I reached out and hammered his chest before he finally, reluctantly, let go of me.
It must be said that Raphael's kisses have always been rough and direct.
But I could also feel my ears burning, and still, he didn't react, turning away to continue organizing his dress code.
Since I didn't have to go to work, I even skipped the makeup step straight away.
Then, I just kept sitting next to it and waited for Rafael to finish packing everything up and we went downstairs together.
As we sat at the table, eating our breakfast over and over, questions popped up.
"Raphael, why do you have to have me cook for you when it's obvious that Martha is so good at it?"
Although I am confident in my cooking skills, I am not as good as the people who do these jobs.
A person like Raphael is certainly not used to eating ordinary food.
I watched him wipe his mouth with his napkin, then he looked up at me with his golden eyes, "Lena, if you ask me such boring questions again, you'll be helping Martha take on some of the work."
I hooked my lips, but, didn't feel like he was saying something threatening to me.
"It's okay, Rafael, I'm okay with cleaning up the room."
He didn't say a word and gave me a cold smile. Only when my smile completely stiffened on my face did I lower my head to eat.
I had a vague feeling that Raphael was a little angry, but, he didn't act out.
"Don't run around and don't go out until I get back, understood?"
I was a little helpless that he would use such a tone of warning to a child. If I wanted to run, Rafael couldn't stop me.
However, once I thought about what I had gotten in return for my previous resistance, I dismissed that thought.
"Do you think I would dare to run?"
Satisfied with my answer, Rafael bowed his head and kissed my forehead tenderly before leaving.
To be honest, I still can't help but feel attracted to such a Raphael.
But what surprised me was that before Rafael went to work, since he said he would, he asked me to do part of the housework.
Bob the butler came to me and told me it was Rafael's arrangement.
I changed into my apron and Martha carried the bucket for me, and she told me to wipe the entire room's floor.
"Are you sure about the whole house?"
"That's right Lena, if I check afterward and find that the floor isn't clean, you'll need a second wipe, so do it properly." Martha gave me a very sweet smile.
Then, I started my work.
Before I officially started my work, I had already asked Rafael and he said that he could pay me, but that I had to do all this work to his satisfaction.
God, I never realized until this moment that having such a big house didn't seem like a good thing.
I still miss my family and think about why my father treated me that way, but these emotions rarely come up after I meet Raphael.
But at this moment, they still took over my heart.
But I quickly forced myself not to continue thinking about these things.
Because there is a lot of work.
I didn't notice a wet rag under the sole of my feet, it wasn't put away, it just sat there on the second-floor stairway.
When I wiped all the floors on the second floor, I was going to carry the bucket downstairs, but, I didn't think that I would step directly on the piece that was the rag.
For a moment, the world seemed to flip over, I lost my focus, even my heart stopped.
I felt my body hit the floor hard and every part of my body seemed to be in intimate contact with the floor, the only thing I was thankful for was that the stairs were not that high.
I fell from the second floor, and for a moment, I couldn't move my legs or arms.
The physical pain would make me pass out and I couldn't hold back the tears, they were falling fast.
The intense pain was torturing me, and I probably broke my arm or leg because I was completely incapable of standing up.
I looked up and around for help, but there was none.
At the moment of falling, the person I was thinking of was surprisingly Raphael.
(Martha's POV)
I am sincerely and passionately in love with Mr. Raphael.
When I found out I was coming to work here, my mother came to me at night and told me to make the most of my opportunity, that if I could capture the heart of the oldest teenager in the Hill family, I would never have to suffer again in my life.
I had imagined for a while that I would like to be Mr. Raphael's wife if it was really like my mother said.
However, there is no possibility.
I had met Mr. Raphael's father a few times, and his father was simply as cold as he was, but Mr. Gavin warned me the first time he ran into me.
"Good girl, do what you have to do and don't presume to sit in a position that is not yours." Mr. Gavin could see the smallness of my mind.
I always thought that Mr. Raphael knew my mind very well too, but after quite some time, I realized that it was not so.
It's true that Mr. Raphael just doesn't like me.
I've never seen him hang out with any women or bring any kind of women back home.
He always has such a face, cold as if no one can approach him.
But it was because of this that I realized that I had become inexorably infatuated with his grooming and handsomeness.
I thought Mr. Rafael would stay that way forever. But it wasn't until one day I saw him push open the door and the first thing I did, I had to go up to serve him, but then I saw him carrying a woman on his body.
It was the first time I saw Mr. Raphael with that look, angry yet helpless.
Lester is a very nice girl, that I can't deny, she is beautiful, smart and has such a perfect body. It's just a pity that I also have to fight a bit for the one I love, but in fact, I know that Mr. Raphael has absolutely nothing of the kind for me.
But how can I control my feelings?
At first, I thought about stepping back. I thought about how well-matched they were.
But, at least I was here first, right? That day I asked Lester when they met and she didn't give an exact result.
Mr. Raphael doesn't consider her as his wife, and she is not his girlfriend. But how she can stay here and not leave is unbearable to me.
"Good morning Bob, is Mr. Raphael up yet?"
"Good morning, Martha." Bob nodded gently at me.
"Go get breakfast ready, they should be down soon."
"Ah ...... did the two of them sleep together again last night?"
"Martha, don't pry into this, it's not something you should care about."
"Yes, sir, I'm on my way."
Bob was much nicer to Lester than I was to her, but I knew, and only I knew - that Mr. Raphael must have been bewitched by this woman.
Bob instructed me to prepare Lester for the job, but he didn't say anything about the requirements, and I knew that I could give her the dirtiest and most tiring work, but soon I changed my mind again.
I watched her fall, but of course, I had no intention of killing her at all, I just wanted to teach her a lesson.
The loud noise must have drawn people over, but, looking at Lester's distorted appearance from the pain, I was in a rare good mood.
I stood on the fence on the second floor and looked at her from a height with a strange pleasure.
She probably sensed my gaze and jerked her head upward to look over.
But then she didn't say anything, neither did she ask me to help, nor did she shout, or simply question me if I had done the deed.
But my heart skipped a beat.
The rag, which I put there on purpose, gets wet after the floor has been wiped once.
There is a good chance she will step on it and fall just like that.
If she was unlucky enough to land on her head first, then she might as well just die.
The thought of it made my body shake involuntarily.
At this time, Bob finally arrived. He looked at me and shouted to me in a very anxious voice, "Martha, don't be flabbergasted, go see how badly she's hurt, I'll call an ambulance."
I nodded slightly with a bit of bewilderment before, in a great panic, running down the stairs, which, of course, I faked.
"Does it hurt, Lena?"
I tried to pick up her body, but she was still lying on the floor like that.
"Don't come near me, Martha!" Lester seemed to be very emotional.
The moment she tried to touch her, she shouted me away, scaring me a bit.
But soon I realized that it was she who was hurt, and now, she had no power to stop me from doing anything to her.
"Lena, it breaks my heart to hear you say that, but I'm trying to help you."
But Lester just looked at me, and her gaze already told me what she wanted to say.