I want you

5 Episode

"Where is your morning shift?" Michael asked casually as he shifted gears and stepped on the accelerator.

Emily turned to look at him and said, "Ocean Breeze Villas. I do morning cleaning there."

Michael's eyes, which were on the road, suddenly turned to her. From his angle, he could see her beautiful profile, and the mole under her left eye added a touch of allure to her otherwise cool and aloof demeanor.

He smiled slightly, unable to fully conceal his amusement. "What a coincidence, I live there."

…

Great, now she had a ride all the way.

Emily sat in the passenger seat with mixed feelings, silently accompanying Michael as they drove into the gates of Ocean Breeze Villas. She only raised her head to ask him to stop the car when they passed the reception hall.

Before getting out, Emily sincerely said to him, "Even though I've said it many times, thank you very much. Take care on the road." She turned to leave, but Michael had already stepped out first and, in a gentlemanly manner, walked around to the passenger side to open the door for her.

Emily felt a bit uneasy receiving such treatment. For over ten years, regardless of age or gender, she had always been the one serving others. This was the first time someone had treated her so considerate, and she was reluctant to part with him.

No one dislikes being respected and cared for.

Emily finally got out of the car. She said a somewhat awkward farewell to Michael, who nodded slightly and said goodbye before driving away. The understated SUV slowly drove into the community at dawn and soon disappeared.

Emily was thinking: Ocean Breeze Villas is the most prestigious villa area in Ocean City, with the cheapest villa costing over 20 million yuan.

With a blank expression, she turned and walked into the reception hall. She was still wearing the clean black dress she had worn at the funeral home. Her tall and slender figure and flowing long hair made it easy for anyone who didn't know she worked part-time as a cleaner here to mistake her for a resident.

The security guard at the reception hall had seen Emily get out of a million-yuan car driven by a resident he knew. He called out to her, teasing, "Miss Fang, you've got it made, haven't you? Hooking up with Duke Po and still coming to work?"

Emily looked back at him in confusion. "Hooking up with Duke Po? Are you referring to Mr. Michael?"

The security guard laughed and shook his head. "Come on, don't pretend with me. We've always gotten along well, and I wouldn’t spread this around. Don’t tell me you don't know who Duke Po is. You at least know the biggest boss in Ocean City’s surname, right?"

Surname Po.

Emily's body stiffened, and she forced a laugh. "You mean Mayor Po?"

"Huh? You didn't know?" The security guard was surprised. Seeing Emily wasn't pretending to be ignorant, he scratched his head, "Could I have misunderstood? But I saw you getting out of his car."

Emily found it hard to digest this heavyweight news. She pulled her coat tighter and hurried to the changing room. After changing into her cleaning uniform, she felt warmth spreading through her limbs.

Wearing the dress hadn't been too bad, but after changing out of it, she realized her limbs had been frozen stiff. Even though she hadn't walked outside for long, both the funeral home and the reception hall had heating, but the late November autumn in the north was not to be underestimated.

Emily quickly pushed the cleaning cart out of the storage room, intending to clean the area she was responsible for. Just then, the cleaning team leader came towards her, looking excited, "Emily, wait a minute!"

Emily stopped and asked, "What is it? I'm not late."

The team leader hurriedly said, "Oh, it's not that. Just now, a resident from Building 19 called the headquarters for an hourly worker. It's too early, and we can't spare anyone from other places. Can you go help?"

The cleaning service for Ocean Breeze Villas was outsourced to a private company. The team leader was the department manager of the company, responsible for most of the cleaning assignments. It was indeed difficult to arrange staff at six in the morning. Most people on duty had fixed areas to handle, like Emily.

She didn't mind, but asked, "What about the area? I'm responsible for in the hall."

The team leader said, "I'll let Luke take care of it when she arrives. You go to Building 19 first. Remember to wear gloves and bring your tools. The resident there is a germaphobe and doesn't like others using his things. Last time, Aunt Maya was scared stiff by his cold face."

Emily nodded, "Okay, I'll go now."

"Wait! One more thing! Be sure to be polite! Got it?" The team leader earnestly reminded her.

The people living in this villa area weren't ordinary folks, so the reminder to be polite was understandable, but did it warrant such special emphasis? Did she seem that hard to get along with usually?

Puzzled, Emily turned to the storage room to grab some basic supplies and carried them through the back door of the reception hall into the villa area.

She always knew the villas at Ocean Breeze Villas were nice and lived up to their price, but every time she saw them, they still felt a bit dazzling.

Along the way, she saw a few celebrities out for their morning exercise. Following the service area map in her mind, she took a shortcut and soon saw Building 19.

A very European-style building, with gardens both in front and behind. The garden in front was planted with a large area of winter greens. Her lips twitched in curiosity about the owner's taste.

However, when she saw the person who opened the door, she regretted her nosiness.

Why be curious about someone's taste when they have great taste? Look, wasn't it Michael? They had just parted less than an hour ago.

Michael seemed a bit surprised too. His expression was always serious, so even his surprise looked serious. Emily discreetly observed his casual home attire, a knitted sweater and plaid shirt, black trousers making his legs look long and straight.

"Quite a coincidence," she smiled. "I heard you called for an hourly worker. I'm here to clean your place."

Michael regained his composure, nodded slightly, and stepped aside to let her in.

Emily walked in with her supplies, asked about his requirements, and then efficiently started cleaning. She didn't touch any of his household items, wore rubber gloves throughout, and made very little noise.

In less than an hour, the two-story villa was spotless. Emily moved quickly and skillfully, her slender figure flitting around. Michael, sitting on the first-floor sofa reading a newspaper, found it hard to concentrate.

When Emily finished and was about to leave, Michael suddenly asked, "How are your cooking skills?"

Emily was taken aback and answered honestly, "Not bad."

Michael nodded, hesitated, then asked softly, "Miss Fang, would you be interested in becoming my housekeeper?"

"..." What? Housekeeper?

Emily couldn't keep her thoughts pure at that moment. The word "housekeeper" was too ambiguous for a girl who usually relied on reading romance novels as a cheap and effective way to relieve work pressure.

Even without the romance novels, there were plenty of legal cases involving housekeepers.

The author has something to say: All romances start from spending time together. The rise of the little housekeeper, maid outfits, and private matters will be seamlessly integrated under my ingenious arrangements.

Ahem, sorry to disappoint, I do have my limits.