My billionare husband

Percival PoV: "When you finish cleaning the floor, start packing your clothes," I told my maid, frustrated by her slow pace and apparent laziness. "Tss, she acts like a princess when she's just a maid. Even as a billionaire, I still work hard, while she lounges around with no money," I muttered to myself. "Why, sir? I don't see anything wrong with what I've done. Besides, I've only been here for a day!" she complained. "You don't see yourself slacking off, that's why you don't realize your mistakes. And you have no right to complain because you're just my maid. If you don't want to pack, I'll have my bodyguards pack your things and you," I said, turning my back on her and heading towards the pet room where my dogs were. Dogs are the only friends I trust. People are so abusive that I prefer not to socialize with them. I can live without friends as long as I have money. I have no care for the people around me. What can I gain from them? They're nothing but a headache. I played with my dogs, trying to forget about the annoying encounter, when suddenly the doorbell rang. Irritated, I walked downstairs since the pet room was on the third floor. As I reached the door, the person outside rang the doorbell again, causing me to shout angrily. "What the hell! Can't you wait outside and stop pressing the damn doorbell?" I snapped as I opened the door. Our eyes met, and I couldn't help but notice her fair skin, sharp nose, and naturally red lips. I usually dislike people smiling at me, but for some reason, I found her smile intriguing. "Hello, I'm Eloah Reyes. I'm here to apply as a maid," she introduced herself. I expected a business conversation since she seemed to come from a wealthy family. So, I was surprised that she came here to apply as my maid. "Yeah, it's pretty obvious that you're here to be a maid," I lied, but her smile grew even wider. Wasn't she offended? Every woman I've spoken to like that would throw a fit and start crying. "Really, sir!? Thank you!" she said happily. "Can you please remove the 'sir' and 'thank you'? Instead of making me happy because you're respecting me, I feel insulted because you're making me look old!" I said, shaking my head. Why does she always smile? I pointed her to her room, which was smaller than the other maid's rooms. I was sure she would complain when she saw it. I watched her reaction as she looked around the small maid's room. Surprisingly, she entered with a smile and comfortably sat on the small sofa as if it were the first time she could sit in such a chair. "Don't you want to complain about the small room?" I asked, as all my other maids would complain about the size. "Why should I complain?" she laughed. "You let me stay in your house, and here I am, grateful that you've given me a place to live." I didn't expect that response. I thought she would start complaining. "Tss, wash my clothes. I need them tomorrow," I ordered her, and her smile grew wider as she nodded. There was something different about her. She followed all my commands with a smile, unlike the others. Eloah PoV: I just woke up, early for my first day of work. Thankfully, before my parents passed away, they taught me how to do household chores which I can now use. I cooked Spam, eggs, bacon, and fried rice for my boss. It's his favorite, so I hope he likes it. "Okay, I'm leaving. Arrange the papers, Dianna," I heard my boss say. When I saw him, I greeted him with a big smile and guided him to the table. He sat down on the chair I prepared and looked at the food on the table. "Did you cook it all?" he asked as he took a bite of the Spam. "Yes, hahahah. Just eat, there's your coffee," I pointed to his left. "Finish it if you can. I'll go upstairs and feed your dogs," I added, surprising him. "No, they don't know you. They might bite you. I'll feed them. You can work later, eat first," he insisted. I took the basket and placed his other laundry inside. "Huh? I went there last night. I thought that was your room. I didn't read what was written on the door," I said, taking another Spam. "Can I have some? So, I went in, but they didn't bite me. We even played," I added, eating the Spam. "Why didn't my dog bite you? He usually bites strangers. By the way, don't open the door if someone knocks," he said, furrowing his brow. Why shouldn't I open the door when someone knocks? Isn't that rude? "Why?" I asked him. "I have a visitor coming later," he replied, going upstairs. I finished my meal quickly, feeling like someone was watching me. I washed the dishes, pretending I had more laundry to do, just so I could stay in the kitchen. "Okay, I'm going to hang the laundry," I made an excuse, even though I didn't have any to wash yet, except for the clothes he would wear. "Okay," he said, continuing to eat. I happily went up to the rooftop. It's so beautiful up here. I'm the only maid of Mr. Percival so I will do all the household chores. I spent the whole day cleaning the house. He told me not to enter the rooms with red signs, so I followed his instructions. I was cooking dinner when Mr. Percival arrived, looking exhausted. It was a good thing I cooked something with soup. "How was work?" I asked cheerfully, setting the food on the table. " Why do you care?" he replied lazily. I scooped some rice for him and poured juice into his glass. "Tss, I can do that myself. I'm not disabled," he said, about to cut his meat. I laughed at what he said, but then he grabbed my hand. "Why?" I asked, nervously. I was scared when he suddenly held my hand. I have trauma with men since my uncle and his drinking buddies almost r***d me. If Princess and Larya hadn't arrived, I would have been r***d. Whenever someone touches my arm, I start shaking uncontrollably. "Join me for dinner," Mr. Percival said seriously, and I nodded, getting my own food. He held my hand again, and I felt a surge of electricity. I pulled my hand back, and he quickly stood up. My heart almost stopped when I realized I was about to fall down the stairs, but Percival caught me just in time. We were so close, and I wanted to move, but I couldn't. He looked into my eyes and leaned towards me, but suddenly, the doorbell rang from downstairs. He quickly stood up, helping me up as well,