Chapter 14 Back to work

(Bob's POV)
I haven't seen such an expression on Mr. Raphael's face in a long time.
It was about three years old.
When I came to work in this house a long time ago, Mr. Raphael's character was not actually like this.
I always knew that he and his father had never been on good terms, for what reason, at that time I hadn't explored. It's just that, I don't know when it was, I never saw Mr. Raphael laughing very happy again.
God, I know, he's a good kid.
But sometimes, family and experience can change a person's personality.
He was not so cold, and I don't know who made him this way.
Mr. Rafael has never been interested in women.
I thought for a while that Mr. Raphael might not like women at all.
Until the arrival of Miss Lester.
Even though I am in my forties, I still have to admit that there is a special charm in Miss Lester.
She is indeed gentle, but not like those housewives. Her gentleness is a very strong feeling, and underneath her beautiful appearance, there is a very tough heart.
Of course, I'm not quite sure as I saw it, that what Mr. Raphael did to her, I don't think, was quite appropriate.
But when I thought that she would find a way to escape on her own, I soon found out that it didn't seem to be the case.
I don't think this feeling is shared by anyone, but I could sense that more than that must have happened between the two of them, that something else was holding them both together.
Is it love? I'm not sure.
Mr. Raphael rarely shows such concern for people, even though, his concern is so introverted and unexposed.
Honestly, as someone who works for someone else, it's against the rules to pry into their affairs. It's just that I do get very curious about Miss Lester.
Mr. Rafael has given me so much and I am grateful and even thankful to him. I sincerely hope he can find someone who can bond with him.
Of course, this person is certainly not Martha.
What happened that day freaked me out. When I rushed out, Miss Lester was already lying on the floor. At that moment, I couldn't even feel my heartbeat.
Thank God, Mr. Raphael did not blame me.
It was a very quiet few days after that, and after Martha was verbally warned by me, there was no other action.
Of course, I had already seen something in her mind.
Miss Lester's foot injury has almost healed, but Mr. Raphael has specially given her a special wheelchair at great expense.
This allows her to not be cooped up in the house all the time.
Of course, just moving around the house.
"Good morning, Bob." Miss Lester was in her wheelchair, she had just dropped Rafael off at the door and was already looking much better.
I think the word elf is very appropriate to describe her.
"Good morning, Miss Lester, would you like me to prepare breakfast for you?"
"Don't bother, Bob, I'm not hungry, and I'd like to talk to you."
"My pleasure."
I offered to help Miss Lester push her wheelchair, and although she didn't need to do it, she didn't refuse me.
"Has Rafael always lived alone?"
"Yes, Miss, you can say that you are the first mistress of this house."
I noticed a slight blush on her face and she laughed refreshingly twice.
"No, Bob I'm not married to him."
It was only a matter of time, but of course, since she denied the matter, I had no other need to argue with her.
"Bob, is Rafael the only one in the Hill family?"
Miss Lester asked this news cautiously, and I knew that this was probably the question she wanted to ask me.
"No, but the question, shouldn't you go directly to Mr. Raphael?"
"I tried to ask, but Rafael seemed sensitive to the question and didn't answer me."
"It's no wonder that Mr. Raphael has a younger brother."
"William Hill?"
I was a little stunned and glanced down at Miss Lester.
"However, Mr. Hill and Mr. Raphael's mother are not the same people."
"Although it's indeed a little inappropriate to say that. But Mr. William's mother, indeed, interfered in his parents' marriage."
I don't know what Miss Lester is thinking right now; there's something hollow about her expression, even as she leans helplessly against the back of her chair.
"They must have had a really bad relationship as brothers, right?"
"True, but it seems they haven't seen each other for a long time, Mr. Raphael rarely goes to his father's and Mr. William doesn't work at the Hill Group."
Miss Lester didn't show much expression, but I could still feel her distress.
"Do you have any problems with Mr. Raphael?"
(Leicester's POV)
"No, it doesn't."
What happened between us has long since become more than a simple conflict that can be summed up.
To be honest, I always thought that William and Rafael would be more or less related, but I didn't expect that they would be half-brothers.
The odds are that they are still the kind of brothers who hate each other.
God, you're good at torturing people!
I wailed in my mind and did not let anyone else hear.
After that, Bob told me a lot more stories about their brothers. To be involved with these two people at the same time, even I don't know if this luck is good or bad.
Rafael came back very early today and he picked me up from the wheelchair and put me directly on the bed. I remembered what Bob had said to me today and for a moment I didn't know how I should face him.
This feeling was not the same as guilt, because I knew I had done nothing wrong, but Rafael was clear that William and I knew each other and he must have misunderstood something.
"Wait, Rafael." I stopped him as he was trying to make out with me.
Raphael looked down at me, his golden eyes without any warmth, and for a moment, I flinched a little.
"What's wrong? What did you want to talk to me about, Lena?"
I took a deep breath: "Has William approached you since?"
Raphael's eyes had narrowed, and I understood that this movement was a signal of danger.
"Nothing more, Rafael, I just wish I could see him again and get some things off my chest."
"To explain why you abandoned him again?"
Hearing this, I couldn't help but blush. It wasn't being told, but I knew that I was such a nasty existence in Raphael's eyes.
I was simply in the atmosphere.
"Don't talk about me like that, Raphael, you don't know anything at all."
"I know you well, Lena, and you could have done the same thing more than once."
"I haven't abandoned anyone."
My eyes were already red when I said this, and the slight soreness in my eyes let me know that if I continued, I would cry again.
Raphael's bad roots sometimes drive me crazy, but it's also because of this that I realized that I had sunk into it as well.
Raphael's tenderness for me is subtle, like right now when he is gently stroking my cheek with his hand if one doesn't listen to how sharp his words are.
"Lena you can not need to lie to me, the truth is good, after all, you are just my pet, no matter how much others want, can not take you away from me."
"But you still think yours is the right one."
My voice trembled a little, anger and aggression were tormenting me.
"Because there's no way I can trust you anymore, Lena."
"That doesn't matter, and I won't love you anymore."
When I said this, I could feel my body was shaking. Whether or not I will fall in love again, even I am not sure.
Rafael was completely enraged by my words, he no longer maintained the only gentle before, very roughly kissed me.
I have stopped resisting his touch on me. Even today when Bob called me Mistress, my heart could feel a tinge of happiness.
But maybe it was all wishful thinking on my part.
I shed tears once again, Raphael pulled my wounds painfully, I did not even grunt out, thinking about all that has happened these days, the original peaceful life has become this, I cried out directly.
Rafael suddenly stopped moving.
He gasped violently through his breath and cupped my chin, making me look at him.
"In three days, you will go to work at the company."
I frowned, a little confused as to why he was talking about it now.
"Lena, if you behave well, you'll get more freedom, got it? But it's up to you."
I nodded my head.
Rafael seemed to enjoy seeing me like this.
"And one last thing," he leaned in close to me, our breaths entwined, "don't ever mention his name in front of me again."
Who this he is, I know.
Bob told me that the fight between the brothers was already very intense and that Rafael hated William, the illegitimate son, which I understood.
"I won't mention him again."
I assured him.
I won't let William hurt him again.
Rafael respected his commitment and three days passed, and after I was well enough to get out of bed and walk, he took me to the office once again.
"You can let me do it myself."
Instead of driving myself to the office in my car in such a flamboyant manner.
"If your salary is enough for you to buy a car right away, then I won't come back to give you a ride later."
I glanced at Raphael and noticed that he said this in a very pleasant way.
"Why don't you consider the practicalities at all, Raphael, and don't you think it would be a good idea to bring me to your company like this ......"
"What?"
He pulled the car door open for me and I looked at him and said nothing.