The Maid Arrived

“Look, I’m not opposed to you going out to work,” Percival finally relented. “Just make sure you prepare breakfast and dinner for me, just like you used to, according to my tastes.”

Eulalia knew there had to be a catch. “And what if I don’t agree?”

“Then don’t even think about stepping out,” Percival said, fully aware that Eulalia had grown more defiant. Taming her wouldn’t happen overnight. “You know I can make it happen.”

In a way, Percival, a man who had little regard for the law, could indeed make it happen. Unless, of course, he went bankrupt like her, which was highly unlikely.

“Why don’t you just have Evadne cook for you? She seemed to be quite to your taste at the dinner table last time. Why not let her do it?”

Percival replied nonchalantly, “Got tired of it. Want to switch it up. You better do a good job, or I’ll lock you up for good.”

She was already close to her breaking point; being locked up would just drive her insane.

“You’re so picky,” Eulalia retorted.

“So, are you do