Chapter 16

Emma

Everyone was busy. She had to agree that it was a busy day for them. Everyone was running from here and there.

Emma was cleaning the living room. They were informed that Mr. King would have some important business clients in their house and he wanted the whole house cleaned before they got home. So, everyone was working so that they wouldn't get scolded by Mr. King.

"Hurry up girls, we have to make dinner too and it's already 4 pm! What are you all doing!" Martha yelled and hurried towards them.

"Girls please we need to hurry, okay? And Leida I want you to help me cut the vegetables and Sarah take out all the new plates and glasses from the storeroom, ma'am told me to use those," both Sarah and Leida nodded their heads and left the living room.

"Uh...Martha, what do I have to do?" She asked her.

"Oh, honey you just work in the garden for now as we only need to prepare the dinner. If I need help, I'll call you," she said and left. Emma sighed in relief. At least she didn't have to clean the rooms though. It was really tiring.

She left the living room too and wore her gloves to work in the garden. It was her favorite job. She loved spending time there and the kings had the most beautiful garden ever! They planted different types of trees and flowers, there were also some flowers that she had never seen in her whole life. But she loved the blue orchids most. They were just so beautiful. She went to the garden and the main gardener; Mr. Charles gave her a warm smile. He was a nice man in his late 40s. He was sweet and always treated her like his daughter.

"Have a nice time with your favorite flowers!" She smiled at him and started doing her work. It was a sunny day, she wiped the sweat from her forehead and planted another new plant that the Kings wanted in their garden.

After finishing her work, she stood up and went to pick up the watering can and started to water the plants and flowers. She smiled brightly at the beautiful sight in front of her. The garden was looking so beautiful, filled with colorful flowers and lots of trees. She was in love with that scenario.

At that time, a beautiful amber-colored butterfly flew there and sat on the top of a yellow tulip. A broad smile appeared on her face in that scenario. Emma noticed more butterflies coming there by following their partner. She giggled at those beautiful creatures.

A little blue butterfly was just flying towards her, she raised her hand up to its level and it rested right on her knuckles. She smiled looking at the little creature. After a few seconds of resting on her hand, it flew away. She laughed softly at how cute it was looking. All the butterflies flew away among that one.

"Under this astounding blue sky, their beauty is indescribable. Am I right?"

She gasped and turned around to face whoever was talking.

Liam, the King's second heir, stood behind her looking at those butterflies flying away. He looked at those with some unknown emotion in his eyes like he was amazed by what he was seeing.

"Uh... I'm sorry sir, I didn't know you were here," she said looking down.

A low chuckle came from his mouth. "You won't ever stop calling me sir, will you?"

"Pardon me sir, but I don't think I'll be able to call you anything except sir or master, I am just a maid that's what I should do," she replied with her little confidence. But it seemed to amuse him more.

He let out a throaty laugh and replied. "Didn't know a petite figure like you can even speak like a confident lady," he grinned. Emma blushed looking down.

"So, tell me, Miss Emma, do you like to come here?" She nodded her head.

"Yes sir, I love this place and Mr. and Mrs. King have a really beautiful garden," Emma complemented.

"Hmm I guessed it when I saw you smiling at these flowers and playing with a butterfly," he smirked, making her blush again.

"Okay, no more jokes. Tell me, Emma, do you know something about butterflies?" What did he want to know?

Emma frowned a little and shook her head.

He gave her a warm smile.

"Well, have a look at those flowers," she was confused but did what he said.

"Now have a look at those butterflies," again, she obeyed him.

"What do you think about them?" He asked.

"W-well, both are very beautiful creatures."

"Do you know that butterflies only sit on those flowers that they like the most?" She nodded her head.

Liam chuckled and stood behind making her nervous. Emma had no idea what he wanted to do. She felt him lean down to her level, near her ears.

"And you, my little flower is the most beautiful flower for them," her eyes widened at his words.

How could he say that? I can't be the most beautiful flower. She turned around to face him, his face held a warm smile but there was something else that she couldn't figure out.

"See you later, flower," he said and walked away leaving her totally confused.

How could he say that? And why did he call me a flower? I was nothing but a mere maid.

Emma shrugged it off and placed the watering can under the shelter where all the other tools for gardening were placed. She fixed her hair and washed her hands and was about to turn around and leave, but all of a sudden, a figure came and stood in front of her. She tried not to scream when she saw him standing in front of her, with a stern expression, cowering her.

Oh no please God don't let him do anything.

She gulped and took a few steps back which made him approach her more.

"What were you doing here?" He asked in his deep voice.

"I-I... I was working s-sir," she replied with a shaky voice.

"Working? What kind of work includes my brother here, hmm?" He asked again, coming closer.

"I-I don't know...he came here by h-hims-"

"Stop fucking lying!" He yelled, making her flinch.

Grabbing her arms tightly he pulled her close to his face. His face was now inches away from hers. His eyes looked no longer beautiful, only filled with anger.

"You little brat, how dare you to go close to Liam?" Alexander said gripping her jaw with his one hand. Emma stared at him with wide eyes and grabbed his hand in an attempt to remove it from her jaw.

"Sir, please let me go, you have no right to do this to me," she responded with a little courage she had in her.

He chuckled. "Looks like the scared cat is trying to be brave huh?" Smirking at her, he wrapped his hand around her waist, not leaving any gap between them.

Emma clenched my fists and pushed him hard. "Let go of me!" She told him, gritting her teeth.

His jaw was clenching together and his eyes looked scarier than before, it was red. She gulped at the sight but tried not to show him her fear.

Surprisingly, he let go of her. She stumbled back but thankfully didn't fall down. He took long strides towards her.

"If I ever see you talking with any of the men here, you'll face the consequences. You're here to work, so do your job without whoring around. And princess, I'm sure you don't wanna test me," with that he left. He left her bewildered.

Why does he care if I am with any guy or not? And did he just call me a whore?!

Emma gripped her dress tightly. She was even more scared of him... what did he want from me?