Confessing The Feelings She Had Concealed

Rutherford stepped away from behind the desk and moved towards the couch present in his office.

'Why couldn't he serve me?' He frowned and sneered that his Butler was becoming lazier each day.

This was his safe haven, his sanctuary and he did not like it when someone he was not used to was invading his private space.

Only those close to him could enter this place and this maid was not included in that list.

The last time that he had allowed her to enter was due to his wife who might need her help.

But right now, he did not need her here yet she was still inside this room.

As he was stuck in his thoughts, Rutherford did not observe the skillful movements of the maid.

Paula swayed her hips the same way she sauntered into the Mansion and inside this room.

Bending forward, she made sure to press her breasts together while placing the tray onto the table.