Chapter 2: Taking Initiative

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"Okay," I agreed. The moment the call ended, I felt a sense of relief. My job was safe for now, but to satisfy Mr. Warth, I had to give my absolute best effort. I returned to the company after packing my luggage at my rented apartment. Watching Mr. Warth walk out of the office, chatting and laughing, I quickly pulled the car up in front of him. Opening the back door, I placed my hand over the top of the frame to protect his head. Over the years, I had grown accustomed to being Mr. Warth's chauffeur. He was my bread and butter. No matter what, I dared not slack off. "I told my wife that starting today, you’ll be living at my house," Mr. Warth said calmly as I drove away. "What did Mrs. Warth say?" I asked quickly. "What could she say? Of course, she agreed," Mr. Warth chuckled. Mrs. Warth agreed? She agreed to let me stay at their house? Mrs. Warth name was Nevaeh Yale. Just by the name, she sounded gentle and virtuous. In reality, she was. Whenever Mr. Warth got drunk, and I took him home, she would always be busy taking care of him. Even when I carried Mr. Warth upstairs to rest, she would hand me a towel to wipe my sweat and say she had troubled me again. The journey was silent. I didn't know how I should face Mrs. Warth when I arrived. Mr. Warth's villa was over 500 square meters and had two floors. As I drove into the property, I saw Mrs. Warth coming out of the living room to greet us. "Honey, you're back," Mrs. Warth greeted with a smile. "If I had come any later, traffic would have been bad," Mr. Warth replied. Watching them walk into the house together, I felt a bit uneasy. Mrs. Warth hadn't greeted me just now. Did my presence affect her mood? Grabbing my luggage from the trunk, I followed behind them. This wasn't my first time at Mr. Warth's house. I still remember the first time I visited. I was stunned by the lavish decor of the villa. Back then, I dreamed about living in a house this big and marrying a woman as beautiful as Mrs. Warth. Now, my wish had come true. I had moved into this house and might even have a chance with Mrs. Warth. It felt as if fate was playing a joke on me, bringing me here in such a way. "Matthew, I've prepared a room for you. Come with me," Mrs. Warth said with a smile. She was wearing a red dress. Due to the slit on the dress, her alluring legs were partly visible. "You prepared a room? Which one?" Mr. Warth frowned. "There's a guest room in the living hall. It's just been cleared out, so it's perfect for Matthew," Mrs. Warth said. Hearing that it was a guest room in the living hall, I felt a little disappointed. I had thought I could stay on the same floor as Mrs. Warth, which would give me more chances to see her. But now, I felt like a mere doorman. "That's the maid's room. Is Matthew a maid? He stays on the same floor as us," Mr. Warth said. Mr. Warth's words made Mrs. Warth slightly stiffen, but soon, she smiled. "Alright, I'll go tidy up a room now." I felt a little awkward watching her go upstairs. Mr. Warth was putting her in a tough spot. "Sit down. Why are you standing there?" Mr. Warth crossed his legs on the couch while peeling an orange. "Is this okay?" I asked nervously. I could tell Mrs. Warth was not in a good mood. "Why not? I make the decisions," Mr. Warth said casually. "Alright," I nodded. "My wife is beautiful, isn't she? She's dressed quite conservatively today. Normally, she wears whatever I tell her to. Even if I throw her a maid outfit, she has to wear it," Mr. Warth chuckled. I couldn't imagine the elegant and gorgeous Mrs. Warth wearing a maid outfit. Just picturing it made my heart race. "Why are you acting so stiff? You should interact with my wife more. I'm telling you, a woman who stays home all day is the loneliest. Talk to her more, and she'll gradually develop feelings for you," Mr. Warth continued. My face turned red and pale. When I saw Mrs. Warth coming downstairs, I quickly straightened my posture. "Is dinner ready?" Mr. Warth asked. "There's still the broth left," Mrs. Warth said as she entered the kitchen. Watching her graceful figure accentuated by the red dress, my mouth suddenly felt dry. I couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to embrace her from behind. "What are you waiting for?" Mr. Warth gave me a look. Gathering my courage, I nervously walked toward the kitchen. The closer I got, the faster my heart beat. "Mrs. Warth, let me help you serve the dishes," I said nervously as I reached her. Up close, I noticed that Mrs. Warth had a well-endowed figure. She was the most voluptuous woman I had ever seen—like a ripe peach, just waiting to be plucked. "You can take these dishes out now," Mrs. Warth said. Her lips were red, her teeth white, and when she smiled, dimples appeared. If a man could kiss a woman like her, even his ancestors would bless him. I tried to steady my breath, but as I picked up the dish, I caught the scent of her perfume. So this was her scent? Why was it so intoxicating? My hands trembled slightly as I carried the dish out. "Why are you sweating so much?" Mrs. Warth frowned, raising her hand to touch my forehead. "I… I'm fine," I stammered, quickly placing the dish on the dining table. When I put it down, my palms were already drenched in sweat. Mrs. Warth had just touched me. She cared about me. Mr. Warth glanced at me, amused by my nervousness as if laughing at my inexperience. Trying to act composed, I stole another glance at Mrs. Warth. She was tall, around 1.68 meters, and moved gracefully as she ladled soup. My gaze shifted slightly, taking in her well-proportioned figure. It was as if her clothes could barely contain her curves. I couldn't believe Mr. Warth wanted to divorce her for Madison. "The soup is quite hot. Be careful," Mrs. Warth said, handing me a pair of gloves. I nodded, carefully putting them on. As I placed the soup on the table, Mr. Warth and Mrs. Warth sat across from me. This was my first time eating with Mrs. Warth. She ladled a bowl of soup for me and told me to eat more. Her gentleness made me feel both flustered and guilty. I had no choice but to follow Mr. Warth's arrangement for my job and survival. The food was delicious, but it tasted like ashes in my mouth. I couldn't describe how I felt. After dinner, Mrs. Warth cleaned up the table. Mr. Warth took me upstairs to my room. "My wife and I stay in the room next door. Do you like this room?" Mr. Warth asked as we stepped inside. "Am I sleeping with Mrs. Warth tonight?" I asked nervously. Hearing this, Mr. Warth almost burst into laughter. "Matthew, do you think my wife is that easy to get?" "Then what do I do?" I asked. "Feelings take time to develop. This is just step one. From today, we're under the same roof. You need to make a good impression," Mr. Warth said. I wasn't sure what he meant. Did he want me to seduce Mrs. Warth? How was I supposed to do that? "Tonight will be unforgettable for you." Mr. Warth grinned. I stared at him, dumbfounded. What should I do if Mrs. Warth appeared in a revealing nightgown tonight?

Chapter 2: Taking Initiative

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