A Crazy Wife

Chapter 11 The maid is sent by Lily Pons

At four o'clock in the morning, Chester Shahbaz wakes up.

When he hears a sound of even breath coming from his side, he glances at the woman beside him,

who has fallen asleep peacefully. With long and soft hair, she is covered with a beige quilt till her chin.

She is as quiet as a cute cat.

Without the glib words in the day, she makes him feel a lot more comfortable.

Chester Shahbaz's hard heart, which he has trained in the army since he was a child, is suddenly

softened a little at the moment.

...

Hannah Joseph has a very stable sleep. She wakes up at noon the next day.

She sits up with the quilt in her arms, yawning and stunned when she sees no one around her.

Did she have a heavy sleep?

She didn’t ever hear the big noise he made when Chester Shahbaz got up?

Hannah Joseph gets out of bed. After a random wash, she goes downstairs for breakfast.

Just walking to the stairway, she hears the voice of Lily Pons and the servant in the living room on the

first floor.

"Any reaction?" Lily Pons deliberately lowers her voice, but it happens that Hannah Joseph's position is

right at the diagonal of the stairs.

She cranes her neck curiously and looks down, stunned.

It turns out to be the maid in a small suspender skirt who tore Chester Shahbaz's underwear last night.

It arouses her curiosity.

"I didn’t pay attention to it because young master was unwilling." The maid is so nervous that her face

turns red and she is stuttered, “Later the young mistress came, so I didn’t continue…”

"Why are you afraid of her? She is just a decoration in the Shahbaz family. If Chester likes her, I won’t

let you do it. "Lily Pons is a little bit unhappy.

"Madam, I really can't do this, or you'd better find someone else, I..."

The maid whose whole face turns red falters but doesn’t know what to utter.

"We have made a deal, remember? You took the money, but you…”Lily Pons doesn’t want to give up

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Hannah Joseph immediately understands that this maid was sent by Lily Pons.

Unable to bear what she sees any longer, she walks downstairs. Her clear and loud voice breaks the

embarrassment in the living room, "Good morning, mom."

Hearing Hannah Joseph's voice, Lily Pons pauses and waves the maid away.

She frowns and walks to Hannah Joseph, accusing her, "you really don’t follow any rules. What time is

it? It’s been only several days since you were discharged of prison, but you get up so late every day!”

Lily Pons looks at Hannah Joseph suspiciously, "do you really just get up?"

"I'm sorry, mom. I don't want to be so late, but I was so tired last night because I took care of Chester.

He didn't wake me up when he got up this morning, so I got up late." Hannah Joseph yawns and

apologizes sincerely.

Anyhow, Chester Shahbaz will not be here for a while. He will not know that she takes advantage of his

influence in the Shahbaz family.

Moreover, what she says is true, so she should not feel guilty.

Sure enough, her words are like a heavy bomb. Lily Pons looks shocked, "what do you say? Did you

sleep in the same room with Chester last night? "

"Yes." Hannah Joseph nods, then lowers her voice and says, "mom, there are servants. Please keep

your voice down..."

At the sight of her coy look, Lily Pons's eyes burst into a smile, "it's so good, and it's time to have a

good rest!"

Several servants are cleaning the table. Lily Pons directly orders them, "Hurry up, serve the steak

newly made in the kitchen at table again. Young mistress hasn’t tasted it. Put your work at hand aside."

With a faint smile appears in her eyes, Hannah Joseph walks down the last step on her slippers,

leaving Lily Pons commanding the servants.

It seems thatshe guesses right. Although Chester Shahbaz is disabled, he still has a special status in

the Shahbaz family. As long as people think that she and her husband are devoted to each other, she

will have the status that she should have as the young mistress in the family!

Although this is only her first plan.