I rolled up my sleeves and was about to do it myself
"Hello, is not Donald home?" Suddenly a woman's voice rang out.
Turning around, I noticed that he was about twenty-six years old, had short hair, wore a fashionable European style, and her smile was particularly infectious
Is she someone Donald knows? How else could she address him so intimately?
"I think you are the only maid at home. Donald's stock has been plummeting lately. Why can not you hire a maid?"
I glanced down at my clothes. It's easy for people who don't know me to misunderstand my identity.
"Do you know when Donald will be back?" The woman put down her luggage and sat on the sofa as if she knew her way around her own house. With a faint smile on her face, she said, "Can you bring me a cup of coffee without sugar and milk? Thank you."
I think this woman has an unusual relationship with Donald. How else could she order people so naturally.
"Maid, can't you understand Chinese?" The woman's smile was always upright, she looked elegant and intellectual.
I don't know why, but I am not happy about this unexpected guest. Even the smile on my face is alienated. "I sorry, serving tea and water is not my job."
I put the bouquet in the vase, sort it twice and am about to leave.
"Are you a new maid? It seems you don't like to talk. I think your clothes are different from those of your predecessors. You should have a higher rank than them. That's strange. According to Donald's custom, he won't hire a maid under thirty-five to work at home. You are an exception."
I didn't answer her.
"Do you think I look good in this dress?" When the woman was free, she started chatting with me. "This dress belongs to Donald. If you like it, you must support him, right? He said that BM style looks good on me, and I dyed my hair auburn on purpose. The last time I sent him the photo, he said it looked good! You made me happy!"
"This is the gift I gave him." The woman pulled out one gift after another from her suitcase. "This is his favorite food, his favorite coffee, and his favorite shirt, his favorite black shirt. And..."
When I saw her take out all the boxes, I could not take it anymore. "Miss, since you know Donald well, you should know that he does not allow anyone to spend the night at his house. Will you be checking in here tonight with your luggage?"
She put on a polite smile and said, "I am different from the others. Donald will allow me to stay here."
I took a deep breath. Who the hell is she? How could Donald allow her to stay?
"Before he comes back, I will make the decision here. Please leave now with your things." I asked him to leave.
She smiled, "do you know who I am?"
"I don't need to know."
Yvette's pov
The smile on my face is finally gone. This maid is so arrogant! What a background! She just dared to call Donald by his full name. How can she be so arrogant?
"Since you don't welcome me, I will leave now. When Donald comes back and you tell him I am Yvette Short and come to him, he will know who I am." I put the present on the table, picked up the suitcase, and looked at her with a smile. "You are very promising. It's really a waste of your talent to be a maid. If you are interested in joining my team."
I handed her a business card, but she didn't take it. With a smile, I placed it on the gift and said, "I'll see you later."
...
Trista's point of view
After she left, I stood there alone, with such a strong pressure on my chest that I could not breathe.
Who the hell is this woman? Why does she know Donald so well? She knew what he liked to drink, eat and wear
I have never heard of Donald having such a woman. Who is she? Her last name was Short, so she can not be related by blood!!!
Suddenly, a pair of hands held me from behind. Donald's voice rang out from behind, "Change that? Are you waiting for me to come back?"
I did not say anything. I was not in the mood to talk right now. Instead, I was silent and had nothing to say.
Donald's point of view
"What's wrong?" When he saw several presents next to him, I teased, "Did you prepare presents for me?"
I wanted to kiss her joyfully, but she evaded with a cold face.
Her reaction confused me D, "do you blame me for being late? Or do you not like the dress? Why do you look unhappy? What happened to you during the visit today?"
I stared at her face, not wanting to miss any emotion in it.
Trista's pov
"Donald." After thinking for a while, I reached out to adjust his collar and said in a casual tone, "It's normal for a person like you to have many admirers, is not it?"
I don't know why, but I just feel sad and can not be happy for him.
"What's wrong?" he asked anxiously, "did an admirer give you a blow? Or was there someone who gave you trouble? Where else have you been today besides jail?"
"I have not been anywhere. I just noticed that you like black shirts, but I picked out white ones for you." I smiled bitterly. "I don't even know what brand of coffee you like best..."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Donald interrupted me, "what did someone say to you? Why did you suddenly say that?"
"A lady named Short just visited you and gave you a gift." I pointed to the things on the table, "but I was narrow-minded and chased her away."
Donald picked up the business card on the gift and asked, "Yvette? Is that her?"
Seeing the smile on his face made me feel even worse. They really knew each other! And they were good friends!
"So, if I didn't drive her away just now, would you really let them stay the night?" I looked into his eyes and the wound in my heart became even more open.
I can not believe Donald has an intimate wife besides me! How can I not be sad about that?
"Tell me, are you jealous?" He held my face up and kissed me on the lips. "I really love the way you look now."
"I mean it!" I said seriously.
"I didn't avoid it." He smiled and said, "She was just a neighbor's kid. We grew up together and still keep in touch."
"But she knows all your preferences. She bought jewelry for you under the Lion Group. Do not you feel that obvious love?"
"Do I have to respond when I feel it? There are so many people in the world who like me. Is not it exhausting for me to respond one by one?"
"But..."
"Since I have chosen you, I love only you in my life. Do not think too much. If you have time, you should think about how to reward me!"
"Reward you?"
"Your husband worked hard for this family for one day. Is not that worth a reward?" He took me in his arms and went up the stairs step by step.
"Let me go down first! Are not you going to open Miss Yvette's present?"
"Business first." Donald sat me down on the bed and said, "You can take care of everyone else's presents in the future. If you are unhappy, just throw them away. They will not affect your mood."
"..." it was really appropriate to treat others in this way.
Donald lowered his head and kissed me. I reached out to hurriedly stop him. "Wait, you have not told me yet. What is your relationship with her?"
With a mischievous look on his face, he said, "Do you have to believe that she is your first love? Your husband has such good taste and he has never met a woman as attractive as you. Will he marry her easily?"
"But..."
"Before I met you, your husband had no idea about love. If you don't believe me, you can ask Ira. He's been with me since I was fourteen."
"..."
"Is there anything else you want to ask me?" He began pulling at his tie.
"Hey, what are you..." before I could calm down, Donald's kiss fell on my lips.
I don't know why, but when I heard what he said, I felt a boundless sense of security, as if someone who had fallen into a glacier was suddenly surrounded by warmth
I suddenly felt my heart warm, as if it were filled with sunshine.
Slowly I returned the kiss and wrapped my arms around his neck.