My Husband's Affair with Our Young Housekeeper Chapter 2

Charlie and I hadn't been dating long when I got pregnant, and he naturally proposed to me.

Although my father was somewhat averse to this premarital behavior, on one hand, because I was already pregnant, not getting married quickly would invite gossip once I started showing, and on the other hand, he thought Charlie was quite steady and worthy of entrusting me to, so he didn't say much more.

Our wedding, from planning to completion, took less than a month.

I happily entered into marriage, ready to welcome the new life.

However, during the first prenatal check-up after marriage, I was told that the fetus was unstable and there was a risk of miscarriage.

I was very afraid of losing our first baby like this.

At that time, I didn't hesitate much and decided to stop working and stay at home to rest and nurture the pregnancy.

Charlie was also very anxious at the time, busy finding all sorts of medications to prevent miscarriage for me to take.

Feeling his desire for this life as strong as mine, my originally panicked heart gradually calmed down, and I peacefully took the medicine he found for me.

Later, he even specially found a live-in housekeeper to take care of me 24 hours a day.

The housekeeper's name was Lily, a very young country girl who kept her head down shyly and didn't dare to speak when she first came to our house.

Whenever you called her name, she would raise her head bashfully, her watery eyes blinking as she looked at you, very endearing.

Charlie said this young girl was from the neighboring village of his hometown, only 18 years old, had just come to the city to find work, and he saw her at the domestic service center and felt a connection, so he brought her back.

I didn't have any doubts about this, and seeing that this young girl was quite likable, I let her stay.

However, even though we did so much, things still didn't go as we wished, and I still lost the baby.

After losing the child, both my emotions and physical condition deteriorated a lot, so I stayed at home to recuperate for a long time.

During that time, Charlie was very busy with work and rarely at home. I spent most of my time every day with Lily.

Although Lily was shy when speaking, she was very efficient in doing things and very skilled in taking care of people. Moreover, her cooking was very much to Charlie's taste. Whenever Charlie had the chance, no matter how busy he was, he would rush home to eat.

I became more and more satisfied with her, to the extent that when I later returned to work, I still chose to keep Lily.

All in all, Lily has been working in my home for almost five years, and we have given her a raise every year.

She has also changed from being shy and not daring to look at people when she first started, to gradually becoming cheerful and smiling now.

As Lily worked longer in the city, she also became more and more adept at dressing herself up. She was no longer dressed in the simple style she had when she first came to the city. She learned to wear makeup, follow trends, go shopping, and keep up with fashion, becoming increasingly graceful and elegant.

However, after my miscarriage, my body gradually changed shape. Looking at myself in the mirror, even I found myself unattractive. Every time I saw the increasingly pretty Lily, I always felt a bit uncomfortable.

I don't know if it's because of overfamiliarity, but I've been feeling lately that Lily's attitude towards me has become increasingly casual.

When I talk to her, she sometimes acts as if she hasn't heard and doesn't respond. Moreover, whenever Charlie isn't home for meals and it's just me, the dishes on the table are always very plain and pitifully few.

When she first came to the city, she didn't have many clothes to wear, wearing the same one or two pieces of nearly worn-out clothes every day. At that time, after my miscarriage, my figure had changed, and I couldn't fit into some of my previous brand-name clothes. Seeing her pitiful state, I picked out a couple of suitable pieces for her to wear.

But after that, my closet would often show signs of being rummaged through, and some clothes would mysteriously disappear.

What made me even more uncomfortable was that her attitude towards Charlie was completely different from her attitude towards me.

Sometimes I would hint at her indirectly, telling her to have some boundaries, but she would just laugh it off as if she hadn't understood.

I had also talked to Charlie about wanting to fire Lily, saying that her thoughts had become a bit crooked, her hands weren't clean, and she was becoming increasingly casual with me, and besides, we didn't really need a housekeeper anymore.

But Charlie said, "Aren't you being too sensitive? I think she's doing well in all aspects! You usually place your things carelessly, don't wrongly accuse the poor girl when you can't find something! Besides, if you suddenly fire her, where would a helpless young girl go in this city?"

I didn't want Charlie to think I was a petty, complaining wife, so after hearing his words, I didn't dare to mention firing Lily in front of him again.