His Personal Maid — Chapter 27

Desire hand holding the knife stopped for a few minutes, she was surprised at what Fei had just said. Her master was already betrothed! Is that why it was so easy for him to lie to the king?

Was she just being a replacement for the real person?”

Thousands of questions can run through her mind. She rubbed her chest as the pain of hurt hit her hard. She dropped the knife for a while and got herself a cup of water to drink.

“Desire, are you okay? You suddenly went pale” Lady Nor asked.

“I’m fine ma, thank you. I just feel really tired from the long journey” Desire half-lied

Even though she was truly tired, it wasn’t the major reason why she went pale. It was the reality of life that hit her like a cold bucket of water.

“Okay darling, I have some of those green tea with me, you should take it before you go to bed. Now, let’s get this done quickly, the master is waiting” Lady Nor instructed and the three of them went back to work.

They were in the kitchen when the court lady suddenly walked in, murmuring incoherent words with her hand folded against her chest.

“Are you done? Is his dinner ready?” She asked

“Almost, we just need to put it on plates for him. Fei, get the cutleries out” Fei nodded and started to bring out the cutleries before Desire joined her to perfectly arrange them on the trolley so Fei could take it to him.

“Nor,” The court lady suddenly called out,

“Yes, my lady” Lady Nor replied.

“The next time you see that twig called Gin walk into this place like she owns it, make sure you use her head to mop the toilet’s water. It’s not even as if the master fancies her mistress”

Fei and Desire started laughing and for the first time, the court lady didn’t scream at that.

Desire was a little bit relieved that her master didn’t fancy this strange woman but still questions were still running through her head.

Fei was finally happy that the court lady was ready to give Gin her share of her snow queen attitude and she was ready to see it.

It was supposed to be another set of servants who would set the table but since it was late at night and only the housemaidens were actually needed, the rest were left to sleep leaving just a few lurking around the mansion.

While Desire and Lady Nor dished out their master’s food in the trolley in perfect sequence and also added the food of the mistress separately, Fei went on to arrange the cutleries and water in his suit.

Before Fei went out, they saw Ying walk into the kitchen searching for something. It was until his eyes set on Desire that he stopped searching. He walked out back when he realized she was busy.

Fei walked up to her master’s room and knocked. She had to, regardless of the argument that was going on inside the room; it was forbidden for her to stay there and eavesdrop.

“If you think you can leave and then waltz back into my life like you own it, then forget it, it’s impossible” Sylvester screamed at whoever it was.

“You know why I did what I did, Sylvester”

Fei knocked again and this time, Sylvester opened the door but not without replying.

“That’s not an excuse, Fang, moreover, I have better things on my hand right now”

Fei walked in with the trolley, reading to see the table for dinner.

“Take it back downstairs, I’ll eat on the dining table” Fei nodded at the instruction of her master:

“Add mine too, I’ll have it there as well,” Fang added.

Fei wanted to put her in her place but then she remembered she was just a slave and this Fang might not be fancied by their master but she might be respected in another part of the world.

If she should be beheaded for insulting a rich woman, it should be in her father’s land and not a strange land.

Before she returned to the kitchen, she arranged the dining area first, then went on to inform the others about the new development.

“Master wants his dinner served on the dining table. The mistress's name is Fang. No wonder!” She gave more than they needed.

“Fang?” The court lady pronounced the name as if it was an abomination.

By the time Lady Nor, Desire and Fei emerged from the kitchen, Sylvester Ho, Ying and Fang were already sitting, ready to eat their dinner.

The three ladies began arranging the table and Fang almost pushed Fei because she was too extremely close to her while trying to put a spoon near her hand.

The food was placed on the table next and the three ladies stepped back to give them some breathing space and have their dinner in peace.

Sylvester’s eye didn’t for once leave Desire as she was arranging the table. Anger arose inside of him as he saw her in that uniform. He realized that he preferred her in dresses than this. He was mad that she didn’t wait for his instruction before putting it back on.

“Why are you wearing that?” He asked, ignoring his dinner.

“Same question I asked, Sylvester,” Ying replied, confusing everyone as to what was going on.

“You shouldn’t have just asked a question, Ying. You should have helped me to rip it off her body with a knife”

Desire wanted to smile at his comment but she quickly composed herself and feign ignorance.

“Somebody get me a knife!” Sylvester screamed and the court lady went into the kitchen to get the master a knife.

“Come here!” He instructed not looking at Desire, confusing everyone present including the maidens of Fang. No one knew who he was referring to except the person.

Desire gingerly steepled closer to her master, as the knife was given to him.

“I don’t have all day, move faster” Desire looked at Ying for help but he just smiled at her, knowing Sylvester wouldn’t tear her clothes off publicly like that.

Once she was close enough, he pulled her closer by the hem of her dress, held up the knife and smirked at her.

“You dare do something without my order”

“I’m sorry, My lord. I thought it was the right thing to do” Desire apologized.

“When have you ever done the right thing?” He asked, earning Desire’s smile.

“I do try sometimes, my lord”

“You stitched me up like a spider web the other day, right?” Ying busted into heavy laughs at a reminder of how the stitches had looked, getting a hard glare from Desire.

“It was as a result of the situation, my lord”

“Then, cutting this dress would be my revenge” He held up the knife to show her.

Everyone present was surprised at how the two of them were easily talking as if they’ve known each other for years but the daggers Fang were sending Desire with her eyes were noticeable.

“The Queen wouldn’t approve of such an act, my lord. She said ``You are supposed to be a gentleman” Desire whined.

Sylvester smiled at her silliness. Even though he had ignored her these past few days which was unfair, he knew he missed her.

“Look at me, dove” he implored and even Desire could talk, Fang interrupted.

“You know that is forbidden, Sylvester. How is she supposed to respect you if you keep on talking to mere Slaves like this?” She screamed.

“The next time you open your mouth to scream at me, I’ll be ripping your inside out with this knife. Try me Fang! Try me and see that I never go back on my words”