The Fortunate woman

She pondered informing Gavin that she was unwell and needed a day off, bu

id until Mr. C

usy guy with a lot to do; he couldn't stay in

t, and she wouldn't be hungry until lunchtime. After quickly cl

id. "I heard you served Mr Charles and

hoped no one would ask her today. But she also knew she didn

g a mouthful of her croissant. Gavin nodded thoughtfully, "That is excellent to hear. I apologize for doing something that i

and took another mouthful. Fortunately for her, Loren took over

y rounds, first dropping by the storage closet to get her supplies. Today, she

of employment. But it's precisely what she's paid to do, so she couldn't just clean it, e

ugh this one, so there wasn't much to pick up. After wiping perspiration from he

the corridor, prompting her to look up. Unfortunately for

he mop aside and clasped her hands in front of her. She prayed he would not shout. Sh

k shirt that hugged the sculpted muscles in his arms and sweatpants that fell low on his hips. He appeared to have ju

ally, as if they we

realized that no matter how she was addres

easier for her to breathe. He moved his weight from one leg to the other, and if he ha

have asked you to do it, and I apologize for what Grayson said to you," he informed her, much to her astoni

pily, she didn't have to since he conti

she was pleased that he was interested in learning

a little smile. "And it's fin

o get a feel for it. "Would yo

invited her to eat lunch with them before, so why would he? Did he have ulterior rea

dread, but she knew that turning him down would be highly offensive. He was c

sh this whole hallway..."

id, "I'm sure your

about it for a second more before giving in with a slight nod. This appeared to delight him, as he moti

pecific way. She couldn't deny how gorgeous he was, but it didn't mean she should relax her guard. If anything, she'd have

ining room, but she was nowhere to be seen. Abigail wasn't sure

lace it was set. Abigail paused; she was aware that the head of the table had symbolic s

knew the kitchen was, leaving her with little alternative but to follow his instructions. She hesitantly sat down in

to her right before sitting down. The table was prepared with various sandwiches and fruits, and A

he sandwiches on display, prompting Abigail to follow suit and grab one of the sandwiches n

d, struggling to maintain eye co

her, furrowing his brow. "I don't thi

ge estate while in town. He appeared to kn

ment, and I had just left my old employment, so I relocated here," she stated gently. Moving h

mouthful of her own. For a time, they ate silently. But it didn'

tion caught Abigail off guard since it came out of nowh

njoy bein

se. But did she enjoy it? She did not know. But she was not ready

't believe her or he felt she was dumb for enjoying her work. But he didn't sa

estions? What if her particular inquiry irritated him? But she'd already started,

s; she'd normally start stuttering whenever som

ime on the outskirts of a little town surrounded by woods? "I grew up here," he said, gazing at the house around

alone. "Do people usually bother you a lot, then?" she wondered. She knew

lightly before responding, "You cou

phone from his pocket and reading the caller ID, he apologized to her. "I'm sorry I have to take this, but

lite to her? She'd learnt nothing about his motivations over t

and he was easy to chat with. She simply prayed he w