Chapter ８

She had no choice but to accept her fate.

She took a deep breath and put on her plastic gloves. When she was about to start, she heard brisk footsteps from behind.

She turned around and found that it was the maid in the morning, Noah.

She also carried the same tools in her hand.

"What are you doing?" Amelia Wytte was confused.

Noah smiled brightly at her. "Before you came, the backyard was cleaned by me and the other two people. It's too big for you to do it all by yourself. How about I help you?"

"No, I can..." Amelia Wytte refused subconsciously.

She had been in prison for so many years and had learned that she could only rely on herself. Even if she asked for help, she might not be able to get rid of it.

However, Noah insisted. No matter what, she lowered her head and said, "all right. If Mr. Clinton comes back and sees that we haven't finished it yet, he will definitely lose his temper. At that time, we will suffer. I'm not doing it for you."

At this point, all the words that came to her mouth finally turned into a sentence, "thank you."

Noah waved her hand. Amelia Wytte didn't dare to delay and began to work.

Nicola Clinton , who had already left, appeared in the corridor of the backyard, looking at the busy figures of the two with malicious eyes.

"Amelia Wytte!" The veins on his forehead bulged, and his voice was full of anger.

Hearing the noise, the two of them stopped. The moment they turned around, there was a strange look in the eyes of Noah, and then she became panic again.

"Sir, why do you come back all of a sudden?" She stammered.

With a sneer, Nicola Clinton stepped forward and said coldly, "when should I report to you when I come back?"

"I... I didn't mean that." Noah clenched her hands, lowered her eyes and stepped back subconsciously.

Amelia Wytte stood straight and said nothing.

The next moment, Nicola Clinton looked at her coldly, "who allows you to find yourself a helper?"

"No."

"Sir, I asked to help Miss Whytte . It's none of your business." Noah said in a hurry.

However, Nicola Clinton focused on the words, "Miss Wytte ? Amelia Wytte, you looked tolerant in front of me. As soon as I leave, you can't continue, can you?"

"No, I didn't. I'll clean up the backyard today." Amelia Wytte looked up at him fearlessly.

Hearing this, Noah was about to defend her. But when she saw the cold expression on Nicola Clinton 's face, she shut her mouth.

"You'd better. If I see someone help her again, pack up and get out of the Clinton family ." Nicola Clinton said coldly.

Under the guidance of Nicola Clinton , she left the backyard quickly.

Amelia Wytte only felt that she was implicated, so she didn't notice the slight smile on Noah 's face when she turned around.

She pressed her red lips tightly and continued to clean up.

Looking at her lifeless eyes, he felt a little irritable for no reason. He pulled his tie on his chest, turned around and strode away.

As the man's figure gradually left, Amelia Wytte was a little relaxed.

Under the order of Nicola Clinton , she was not allowed to eat unless she finished the work in the backyard.

He didn't have the habit of going back to the villa for lunch, so she was hungry all day long. It was sunset when she finally finished cleaning. She had to prepare dinner for Mr. Clinton .

"Amelia Wytte." As soon as she entered the kitchen, Noah with an apologetic face followed her in.

"What's up?" Amelia Wytte asked.

Clenching her fingers, Noah said hesitantly, "I'm sorry. I didn't know that Mr. Clinton would suddenly come back. I just want to help you. You've been busy all day, but you haven't had lunch yet. Eat some biscuits first. This is mine. It won't be found by Mr. Clinton ."

Then she ran out in a hurry. When Amelia Wytte came to herself, she had two bags of cookies in her hands.

Since she was released from prison, Noah was the second one who was good to her. The first one was Nicola who saved her in the nightclub.

"Hurry up!" In a trance, there was a urging voice from outside.

Amelia Wytte had no choice but to put something into her pocket and continue to be busy.

Nicola Clinton was picky about food. He couldn't even smell scallion, ginger and garlic. He wouldn't eat anything that didn't look good.

Amelia Wytte had spent a lot of time and energy on this dinner.

But Nicola Clinton seemed not satisfied with it.

"Is this the food you prepared?" He sat upright in the chair, frowning slightly.

"Yes, sir." Amelia Wytte nodded. Seeing that Nicola Clinton sent a braised pork rib to his mouth, she felt a little nervous.

In the past, she was also a rich girl who didn't touch any housework. She learned to cook after she was released from prison. The taste... Was really not very good.

Nicola Clinton had planned to make things difficult for her, but the food tasted good.

It seemed that the torture in the past few years had changed the arrogant daughter of the Wytte family a lot.

The man's eyebrows gradually relaxed, and the hanging heart of Amelia Wytte was finally relieved.

"Sir, here is your red wine." Noah came closer with a goblet in her hand.

Amelia Wytte gave her a place, but she seemed to stumble on her heels. She stumbled and grabbed Noah subconsciously, and she fell to the ground.

The expensive glass of red wine was poured on Nicola Clinton 's suit jacket. Even the things in Amelia Wytte pocket rolled to the feet of Nicola Clinton .

The air froze and the pressure dropped sharply. Nicola Clinton 's face was as gloomy as if it could drop at any time.

Noah got up and knelt down first. She said in a trembling voice, "Sir, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that. I..."

"Amelia Wytte, you really didn't let me down. It seems that so many years of torture haven't completely worn out your arrogance!" The man's tone was full of sarcasm.

"Just now... I'll wash the clothes, or I'll compensate you. Sorry." She endured the pain and stood up. The explanation beside her mouth also changed.

Anyway, no matter what she said, Nicola Clinton would never believe it.

"What are you going to pay for it? This is Clinton family , not nightclub. There are not so many blind men for you to seduce." His words were getting worse and worse.

Amelia Wytte flushed. She looked up at him and said, "then you can deduct in advance from my salary until there is enough compensation."

"I think you have forgotten your identity. Why do you have to bargain with me like this? And who allows you to take these things?" As Nicola Clinton stood up, the two bags of biscuits seemed to be crushed under his feet.

Feeling powerless, she softened her tone and asked, "what do you want?"

"There is a place that suits you well." He smiled and his eyes twinkled.

Amelia Wytte's heart pounded, and she was in a panic.