Ella froze when she suddenly noticed Henry standing at the door.
For a brief moment, neither of them spoke.
Then, out of politeness, she adjusted her towel slightly and asked,
"Please… do you need anything?"
Henry didn't answer immediately. His gaze shifted away, his expression tightening like he was already irritated.
Then he spoke, his tone cold and impatient.
"Would you mind putting on something decent?"
It wasn't the way a man admired a woman.
It was the way someone complained about inconvenience.
Ella's fingers tightened around the towel.
"I'm sorry," she said quickly.
Without wasting another second, she hurried into the bathroom to dress up.
Her heart beat fast—not because of what he saw, but because of how he said it.
A few minutes later, she stepped out.
Henry was already waiting, arms crossed.
"I've been calling you. Are you deaf or what? Or you just dey ignore person?"
Ella lowered her gaze.
"Sorry… I was in the bathroom. I didn't hear you."
Henry sighed impatiently.
"My friends are downstairs. I need you to serve them cold orange juice. And be fast about it."
"Okay," she replied softly.
"And hurry up," he added before turning away.
Downstairs—
Henry walked back to the living room where his friends were waiting.
"She'll be down shortly," he said casually.
Nelson smirked.
"What about your babe, Sophie?"
Henry stopped walking.
The look he gave him was sharp.
"Are you okay?" he said coldly. "Sophie can never be my babe. Not in this life or the next."
Daniel chuckled.
"But that girl likes you."
Nelson nodded. "Obviously."
Henry scoffed.
"That's your business."
They were still talking—
when something caught their attention.
A movement from the staircase.
All three turned.
Ella.
She was coming down quickly, heading straight for the kitchen.
And just like that—
the conversation died.
Daniel and Nelson went silent, their eyes following her without restraint. Anyone could tell what held their attention—her hips, her chest, the way she moved.
They didn't even try to hide it.
But Henry—
Henry noticed everything.
And instead of reacting like them, his expression tightened.
Something about it made him uncomfortable.
Ella didn't stop. She walked past them quietly and disappeared into the kitchen.
Henry's voice came out cold.
"Control yourselves."
A few minutes later—
Ella returned, this time with a tray of drinks.
She walked toward them calmly, even though the tension in the room was obvious.
"Good afternoon," she said politely.
"Good afternoon," Daniel replied, his tone softer than usual.
Nelson followed, slower. "Good afternoon…"
But their eyes—
remained fixed on her.
Unapologetic. Unsettling.
Ella felt it clearly, but she ignored it.
She began to serve the drinks, one after the other, keeping her gaze lowered.
The moment she finished—
she didn't wait.
She turned and walked away immediately.
Why were they looking at me like that?
What did I do…?
She quickened her steps and headed back to her room.
Downstairs—
The moment she was gone—
Nelson leaned back.
"Guy… was that the same girl you've been calling ugly, annoying, and dirty?"
Daniel shook his head slightly.
"Because I don't see any of that."
Henry stared at them, irritation building.
"Must you both embarrass me?" he snapped. "What exactly is so special about her? The way you were staring… it was embarrassing."
Nelson laughed lightly.
"Forget that. Your maid is fine."
"That's the truth," Daniel added.
Nelson leaned forward.
"Wait… you're living in the same house with someone like that, and you've never tried anything?"
Henry's expression darkened instantly.
"Are you out of your senses?" he snapped. "You expect me to do something with my maid? That girl irritates me like hell."
Daniel raised a brow.
"Wait… is she the one your mother wants to enroll in our school?"
Henry exhaled.
"Yes. And it's annoying. What will people say?"
Daniel smiled.
"Let her come."
Nelson nodded.
"We won't mind seeing her every day."
Henry shook his head.
"You two are unbelievable…"
Daniel leaned closer.
"Then help us talk to her."
"Yes," Nelson added. "Tell her I like her."
Henry blinked.
"Wait… you want me to talk to her? Me? Henry Sampson? Speak to that lowlife? That's impossible."
Nelson tried to speak, but Henry cut him off.
"Can we just change the topic?"
Nelson leaned back again.
"That girl is really beautiful."
"That's enough," Henry snapped. "Both of you—stop talking about her. It's getting on my nerves."
"Alright… sorry," Daniel said.
But Nelson only smirked.
"Can't wait to have her."
Henry turned to him sharply—
his eyes filled with pure disdain.
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