17. Maid, Mistress or Wife?

He leaned against the marble countertop as his wife warmed up his dinner. The maid had rushed to his side with a speed that he didn't think was possible asking if he was well.

Troy blinked in confusion before realizing she'd caught his grimace. He waved her off and watched his wife who worked in silence. As she turned to the maid she smiled tiredly.

"Go rest. I am sure you're tired. I'll clean up in here."

The maid looked torn for a minute before saying good night and leaving the room. Eve told her husband to wait in the living room for her as she'd come with his food. Troy walked up behind her and kissed her cheek.

"Let's eat in here. You look exhausted."

"Are you sure? It's really no problem."

Kissing the top of her head Troy picked up the plate of food she'd dished out for him and set it on the island in the centre of the kitchen.

He then walked to the kitchen sink and washed his hands. His wife began cleaning up.