The President's Contract Wife

The President's Contract Wife
Chapter 6: Jolted


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Both of Aradella's eyes opened slowly. There was a feeling of dizziness on his head. Ella immediately sat up and frowned slightly, astonished to find herself in a foreign room again. Ella touched her head and instantly her eyes widened already remembered the incident that happened to her.


Ella hugged both knees and buried her head. Ella silently cried back. Now he was wearing clothes like never before that only wrapped in white cloth.


"Mother ..mom must treat me like this. I have always been kind to him and very obedient to him. I thought Mom would love me after Dad died. Turns out, Mom changed that fast for me."


Ella's cry was unclear. His voice seemed to be unable to be heard for sure. Ella tried to make her voice speak. But, it was still mute like this afternoon. Ella used to think that Miss Kalista was a good woman and could be a stepmother who would give her affection and different from the stories out there about stepmothers. But it turns out that this is not good luck for her, Ella has to live for five years with a greedy woman.


Ella looked around the room, there was no one but her. Ella stood up from the bed and walked to the window. Ella opened the curtain seeing it was night.


As if looking outwards. Suddenly, Ella was startled by the sound of a door breaking open behind her. Ella turned around and was immediately slapped by a fat old woman in a servant's attire.


"Basic slacker!" the woman's name was Bu Jeje.


"Aakhs!" Ella fell to the floor withstanding the pain of the woman's treatment. Bu Jeje was a fierce and very strict assistant chief watching over the servants at Villa Devan.


"Who is he?" Ella asked in her heart while looking up at Bu Jeje.


"Hey! Why just shut up! You got a mouth!" bu Jeje's clasping was too hard to make Ella cover both her ears.


Ella shook her head and pointed at her mouth if she could not speak. Bu Jeje raised next to his eyebrows.


"So you can't talk?" bu Jeje asked in a high voice. Elle immediately nodded with a sad face.


Not pity Ella. Bu Jeje instead pulled Ella's arm to stand up and looked at her seriously.


"You can't talk or you can't see. Now, come with me. From now on, you work at this Villa!" Mrs Jeje pulled Ella out of the room. Ella was in pain and resigned herself just like that.


Bruk!


Ella again grimaced in pain being dropped to the floor by Bu Jeje. The maidens who saw her were shocked and slightly laughed at the pitiful Ella.


"Look, isn't that the girl the young master picked up?"


"Don't pity."


"Definitely banished by her lover keeps coming to tempt the young master into staying here."


"Hm, right. You shameless girl."


That's the waiter's chat with Ella. They thought strangely of Ella. That's not what's happening now. Ella glanced at the few servants, herself so low in the eyes of others.


"Now, you are cooking delicious and delicious. It won't be long for the young master to come home tonight." pinta Bu Jeje pointed at the stove.


"Why shut up! Get up and go cook!" bu Jeje's snatch pulled Ella to her feet and pushed her towards the stove.


Ella just lowered her head and with a trembling hand she picked up the pot to start cooking. Ms. Jeje standing by the door started watching the servants who were preparing dinner for their Master.


"I .. what I have done to this fate. Why could I put myself to my own death," Ella's inner self still couldn't believe.


"I have to do something. I can't be bullied constantly like this. But, what should I do, I don't know how to change my fate let alone seize my father's treasure."


Ella was still doing her job. After her father's death, Ella never resumed school until she knew nothing. Ella is just an ordinary girl who only knows about homework, especially about the kitchen, she is very good at cooking spices.


In a few moments, the dinner was finished. Ella said goodbye to Bu Jeje by looking down and pointing towards her room. However, Ms. Jeje held him back and glared at him.


"Stay here or you will be imprisoned in the basement by the young master." whispered Bu Jeje then pointed towards the servants standing in line.


Ella lowered her head and immediately stood near the female servant who also looked fierce. However, the waiter pushed a little Ella away from him.


"Based on poor girls." Insult the waiter. Ella could only clutch her apron after hearing the insults.


Tap tap tap


The sound of footsteps could be heard filling the kitchen. The servants bowed at the return of their Master. Ella who knew nothing just bowed without seeing President Devan.


"Welcome, Sir." The servants bowed at the same time except for Ella.


Devan didn't look at them. Devan just sat in his chair alone and looked at the various dishes on the table. Devan begins to take food filling his plate a little unless the bowl containing soup is not taken by Devan.


Ella raised her face slightly looking at Devan. Look closely at the man who bought it at the auction. Ella was a little surprised to realize that Devan was the one who brought her back to this Villa. It's just that there's no Hansel next to Devan right now. Because Devan felt uncomfortable being stared at by Ella, Devan turned to look at Ella. Ella looked down at once.


Devan clucked incoherently and suddenly his nose smelled something foreign, and Devan saw Ella's soup bowl. Devan hesitated to take it, fearing that the soup might have poison. Because just this time Devan saw the soup on the table.


Curious to try it, Devan took it and the waiters saw him wanting to taste Ella's soup. So does Ella deg-degan if the soup is not liked by Devan.


"This ...." Devan stopped with a surprised look after feeling a spoonful of soup that made the servants surprised as well as Ella. The waiters stared at Ella and thought that Ella's soup contained something.


Ella gulped and looked down in excitement.


"Yes, God. I hope I'm okay." Please Ella hope.


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