The days when I was a maid in another world

After being extremely lingering, Sterling took me into his arms.After my breathing stabilized, I was about to close my eyes and fall asleep when I heard him say, "I heard what you said to Buck at the door."

I said nothing, waiting for him to continue.

"You seem to be very concerned about how I got this seat." He said with a sigh, "Although I have lied to you, I still don't want you to think that I am an extremely despicable and shameless person."

"..." There was a slight silence before I opened my mouth and said, "I can roughly understand your conversation, is he born out of illegitimate?"

If the mirror was the dowry gift of the previous lord when he married his wife, then the reason why Buck didn't know about it must be because his mother didn't know about the mirror at all.

"That's right, he was born illegitimately, and his mother isn't even counted as my father's mistress."

I faintly heard a hint of resentment in Sterling's words.

"Back then, Buck's grandfather, Old Brent, wanted my father's power very much, and hoped to achieve this goal by marrying a daughter, but my father only loved my mother, and resisted all pressure to marry my mother as the lord's wife. It's a pity Yes, my mother was barren at the time, and that's what allowed old Brent and his daughter to take advantage of..."

Sterling slowly talked about the events of that year.

Back then, Brent Sr. invited Sterling's father Quentin to the house in the name of a banquet, and secretly drugged Quentin's drink, and then asked his daughter Maria to help him back to the room.Afterwards, Maria asked Quentin to be responsible for her. Knowing that he had fallen into the trap of their father and daughter, Quentin pretended to promise to think about it, and then quickly left the house to go to the hospital for a blood test.The laboratory test sheet proved his innocence for him, and thus exposed the old Brent's conspiracy, and the old Brent and his daughter had to suffer a dumb loss.

Just when Brent Sr. thought he would never have another chance, he was pleasantly surprised to find that his daughter was pregnant. Then, while announcing it to the world, he took good care of his daughter until her daughter gave birth to a baby boy.

Quentin didn't want to admit this child at first, but several old people in the family had secret contacts with the Brent family, and they were dissatisfied with Sterling's mother, so they admitted that this child was a descendant of the Sterling family.And because Quentin had no heir, he was forced by the elders and the power of the Brent family to make this child his heir.In desperation, Quentin promised to admit that the child was his own flesh and blood first, and then promised to make the child the sole heir if his wife did not give birth to an heir within two years.

"Another year later, I was born." Sterling said lightly.

Just as I was about to say that God has eyes, I heard him say again: "My father secretly used the sacred object, otherwise, my mother would never have given birth to a child."

I was stunned by this sentence for a moment.Because, this is the second time I heard him mention the sacred object and make a wish.The first time it was about his dead wife, this time it was about his parents.It seems that the sacred objects are indeed miraculous and can satisfy many wishes.

"So, even though Buck is old, because of my son-in-law, he doesn't want to have the right to inherit."

It turned out to be the case.

I couldn't help but secretly sighed, and then said apologetically, "Sorry, I didn't think things would be so complicated before."

Because Sterling gave me the impression of being mean and shameless enough, I always felt that he could do anything.

He smiled, then raised his hand to touch my head, and said, "Now, can you tell me something about you? I want to know more about you."

my business?

After hesitating for a moment, I decided it would be okay to tell him something.

"My family also has an illegitimate child. My father fell in love with another woman while my mother was in confinement, so I had a brother who was one year younger than me. And this brother and his mother always wanted to drive me away. Take everything from my house."

From this point of view, the situation between me and Sterling is quite similar, except that he is the younger brother and I am the older brother.

"No wonder you care so much about this matter." He touched my head again, "You have to go back anyway, because of their mother and child?"

"Yes." I replied firmly, "Even if I donate all of our family's property, I don't want to leave it to their mother and child! I must make them pay for my mother's death!"

Maybe it was because of the ruthlessness and chill in my voice, both of them were silent for a while.

After a long time, he sighed, rubbed my head and said, "Even if you go back, there's no way to make people feel at ease..."

He said this as if indirectly calling me stupid.

I propped up my upper body, looked at him and asked, "What? Doubt my ability?"

He shook his head hastily, but the uncontrollable smile on his face betrayed his true thoughts.

I was in a hurry, so I jumped on him and said loudly: "Although I am not as scheming as you, I am also a graduate of a famous university with a double degree in management and finance!"

"Oh yeah? Baby you're awesome!" he laughed back.

"Get out!" I punched him, rolled off him and lay down again, "I won't use those shady methods, I will kick them out of the management in a dignified way!"

He didn't answer, but stretched out his hand to hug me again, and said softly: "I knew your background would not be simple, so you are also a child of a rich family."

I couldn't help snorting softly, and teased each other: "So you should feel honored, the only time in my life I have been someone else's servant, and the master is you."

"Well, it's a great honor..." He replied softly, and then leaned over me.

"Hey, what are you doing? Hey, didn't you just finish it? Don't make trouble, I'm tired... um..."

He recklessly kissed my mouth again. I was about to struggle, but he grabbed me from below, and my whole body became limp due to loss of strength...

***

There has been no rumor of Sterling's masculinity outside for several days. It seems that Buck has kept his mouth shut.

I still chose to wear women's clothing. Sterling was puzzled. I smiled and told him that he would not be suspected of this until after I left.

For a person of his stature, reputation is very important, and so is the love of the people.And the matter of pretending to be a woman is nothing more than a little effort for me.

After Argel saw me, his expression remained unchanged, and he still greeted me with a smile.I'm sure he saw my naked cock at the time, but since he pretended not to know, it's hard for me to admit it.

As the New Year is getting closer, Sterling and I get along very well during this time, maybe because we have said some private things to each other, so it is a bit of a heart-to-heart.

At the beginning, facing his doting eyes, I was always uncomfortable.But gradually, I feel that this feeling is not bad.It is also a wonderful experience to have someone who loves you very much and clings to you very much.

On New Year's Eve, Sterling did not arrange a New Year's dinner in the lobby, but asked someone to arrange a table of oriental cuisine in the small restaurant on the third floor.He took me to a seat. Unlike last year's beauties, I was the only one dining with him this year, and it was a man in women's clothing.

The atmosphere was harmonious and warm, and we both ate in silence, occasionally looking at each other with a smile.When they heard the lively singing outside, the two raised their glasses at the same time.

"Don, Happy New Year!"

"You too, Sterling."

The two drank the wine in the cup.

"Here, a New Year's gift for you." He handed something over.

I glanced at it, couldn't help but shook my head with a smile and said, "Since this mirror is not a sacred object, don't put it here."

He sighed, and said helplessly, "I've been thinking about how I can deliver it to you again... Sure enough, it can't be done in the name of a gift?"

"Stop making trouble." I had to be serious, "Since this mirror is of great significance, you should leave it to your future wife."

He suppressed his smile, looked at me deeply while looking serious, "Don, I just want to give it to you."

I wanted to refuse again, but I heard him say again: "Isn't it okay as a parting gift? You're leaving in less than a month..."

"Then what will you use when you get married in the future?" I still can't ask for that mirror.

"It doesn't matter, there is no such thing as a dowry in this country."

It suddenly dawned on me that there is a big difference between here and the Eastern world in terms of wedding customs.

"Here." He handed the mirror to me, and waited for me to take it.

In desperation, I had no choice but to take the mirror, put it away and said, "Thank you for the gift."

"You're welcome." There was a cunning flash in his eyes, and he asked back, "So, what gift do you want to give me?"

I:"……"

Did he give me that useless mirror in exchange for something?

"Not ready? How about I call the name myself?" He smiled more and more proudly.

"Who said I wasn't ready?" I raised my chin slightly and gave him a sideways glance, "Give me back my things first."

"What?" He started to play dumb.

"My clothes, my shoes, my watch, and that pendant you asked Anna to redeem." I point out the facts.

"Can't you give it to me..." He lowered his head, and poked the roast duck in front of him hard with his chopsticks.

"That pendant can be given to you, and I will take the rest with me when I leave."

I've thought about how I'll be when I come, and what's best when I'm leaving.If this is really not a dream, then I can ensure the success rate of going back by doing this, and secondly, it will not arouse the suspicion of people around me.

He was silent for a long time before he reluctantly said: "Okay, do as you say."

Seeing me nodding, he quickly added: "However, you have to give me one more thing."

"what?"

He suddenly approached, stretched out his hand to hook the back of my neck and pressed against my forehead, and whispered: "Say you like me."

His words made my face burn instantly.

This makes me how to say...

He stared at me for a moment, his eyes full of expectation. After I looked at him for a while, I finally surrendered.

"Sterling, I... like you..."