She's My Sleeping Pill

Chapter 391 - EXTENDING THEIR BLESSINGS



Chapter 391 - EXTENDING THEIR BLESSINGS

Chapter 391 - EXTENDING THEIR BLESSINGS

"Yes, she's the boss." Kyle agreed upon hearing Stefan's voice. Even though he was calling Kath, he was also paying attention to what was happening around him.

Cayenne looked at his brother and back to Stefan. Since her husband was nearer to her, she lightly pinched his waist. "Stop saying nonsense."

"It's actually true." Luiz told Lucia. He was always gentle when it comes to older woman because of his late-mother's fragile countenance. He was even more careful and kind to those women who works hard for her family because of how he sees Cayenne all these years. "In this house, my sister is the rule."

"So, in short, she's the master of this house?"

"Yes." The three men answered, leaving Cayenne all speechless and dumbfounded.

She pressed her fingers on her temple and gave it a slow massage in circular motion. "Let's talk with just the two of us. I think I'll kick these three men if we continue to chat under their presence."

"What about me?" Stefan asked while pointing his finger to himself.

"You? You go back to our room." Cayenne told him which dampened his mood but he couldn't do anything about it. With his dejected expression, he walked upstairs while looking back to his wife every five steps of the way.

Cayenne and Lucia went back to the kitchen to chat. "My husband is Stefan Dumrique. You have met my father already which is Jonas Slyvester. Actually, he's my stepfather. My biological father is this man." Cayenne showed him a picture of Reuben and Ingrid. "Sometimes, he'll come here and visit me with his wife. Occasionally, my friends would come and visit me here as well. Anyway, your job is to cook for us. You don't need to do anything else. Just cooking. Someone will come tomorrow to be your dishwasher because we can't allow you to wash your hands right after cooking. It will damage your hands and nerves."

"What time do you usually have breakfast ma'am?"

Cayenne poured a glass of water and drank it to keep her throat from getting dry. "You don't have to worry about my family's breakfast. Usually we'd just cook on our own because we don't wake up that early. Just cook for the bodyguards and for yourself."

"Okay ma'am. Do you have anything that you're allergic, to?"

"I'll give you the list of the things that you should avoid in the future." Cayenne thought for awhile as she tapped her fingers on the table. "What else."

"About my salary ma'am. Sir Chris told me that you will be the one who will discuss it with me."

"Me?!" Cayenne blinked several times with a surprise expression flashing across her face. "I thought Stefan discussed it with you already. Wait." Cayenne wanted to get her phone but she realized that she placed it inside her bag and Stefan has holding her bag for her. "Please give me a moment. I'm not really good at this and it's my first time hiring an employee. Just stay here. I'll be right back." She ran out of the kitchen and went upstairs to her room.

And what she found gripped her heart so much in pain. Stefan was sitting on the couch while hugging his bent legs and placing his chin on his knees. He looked so sad and when he saw Cayenne, he only pouted and looked away.

Cayenne walked towards him and kissed his forehead. "I'm sorry I had to leave you."

"Hmp!"

Cayenne raised her eyebrow with his childish reaction but she didn't say anything. She cupped his cheeks and made him look at her then, she kissed the tip of his nose. "I love you and always will."

Stefan put down his legs and hugged her waist instead. "What will I do if something bad happens to you again? What will happen to me? How should I deal with it?"

"I know you're worried for my sake but trust your men and trust me. I'll be safe."

Stefan had never shown his weak side to anyone but her and it was always because of her that his worry never subsides.

"I'll go back downstairs. Lucia is waiting for me."

"Okay." Stefan let go of her and watched her step out of the room. With heavy heart, he went inside the bathroom to take a shower first.

Cayenne discussed Lucia's salary and other benefits she will have while staying with them. She asked about her family situation and found out that the high school children were actually both girls. And they will be left on their own while their mother works for them. Cayenne felt guilty about it.

"Do you want to go home everyday to keep your children company?" Cayenne asked tentatively while thinking of some other ways to help the children.

"There's no need ma'am. My girls can be trusted and knows how to live on their own. They will be fine."

"But they will still need your protection, won't they? Specially that they're both women." Lucia felt helpless with this information but she didn't want this to be the reason that she'd lose her job. "Are you living in your own house or is it an apartment or what?"

"We're living on the small flat that my parents left us before they died. My husband died not long ago so, I decided to work in a convenience store but I got fired as well because I'm too old for it."

"The flat that you stay, is that fully paid or are you renting?"

"We're renting."

"We actually have a large space in our maid's quarter and you're the only woman helper that we have hired all this time, how about you stay here with us? Your daughters can help with the house chores and well pay them monthly allowance as well. They can clean the house and divide the work to make it easier for them."

"No, ma'am. That's already too much. We will be fine. I can just go back home at night."

"But our place is quite far from the city." Cayenne stated to entice the older lady to accept her suggestion. Just like Stefan, since she's given the chance to help other people now, she might help all the way and see the end of it.

"I'll talk to my husband about this. In that way, you won't be separated from them."

"Okay, ma'am. If sir Stefan agrees, I'll inform my daughters about this."


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