Chapter 11

While Julian was seething, Celia finished her noodles, washed her bowl, and went upstairs.

Noticing her silence and acceptance of the situation, Linda and the other maids laughed triumphantly.

"But, Linda, what if she complains about us to the master?"

Linda sneered, "The master doesn't care about her at all! As the one in charge of managing this house, it’s clear that he values me more than her!"

"Besides, he doesn't know what's happening at home. Even if she tattles, who would believe her over all of us?"

"You're right, Linda!"

…

Celia lay in bed. Despite being bland, the noodles filled her stomach, thus her mood did not take a further nosedive.

However, the moment she closed her eyes, images of Julian leaning against the car while smoking and holding an umbrella for her flashed through her mind.

Contrary to rumors, this man was exceptionally handsome. As for being impotent…

Celia's cheeks burned as she recalled feeling his body's reaction when he had gotten on top of her t