Her Unexpected Love Story

Chapter Six

Emma’s POV

“I’m so sorry,” I repeated, stepping back a bit.

He doesn’t look like the type to hit a lady, but I wasn’t taking any chances.

He looked pissed, very pissed, and I honestly couldn’t blame him. I had just made him pour coffee all over what looked like a four-thousand-dollar suit.

“What the f**k is wrong with you?” he growled at me, his eyes piercing into mine. “Are you blind?” he continued his questioning. “Weren’t you taught not to use your phone while walking?”

That last question hurt a little. He was speaking to me like I was a kid, raising his voice a little higher after each word, and it made me feel so little and helpless.

Yes, I was wrong to have bumped into him and drenched him in coffee, but he had no right to be speaking to me in such a manner.

“I said I was sorry,” I retorted.

Snapping at him was unintentional but it was needed.

He seemed taken aback by my response but growled back. That’s right, he growled at me like a dog. Honestly, I found the whole situation funny, but I was scared of what he’d do to me if I laughed at that moment.

“I really am sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going and it was an honest mistake. I’d pay for it to get dry-cleaned if you want,” I offered.

He scoffed and muttered a “forget about it” under his breath, then walked off.

I stood there for a few seconds a bit dumbfounded by what had just happened, but I decided to try and ignore what had just taken place. I continued giving myself the tour of the house and eventually wound up in the kitchen where I was faced with not less than ten people moving up and down the kitchen, trying to get different things put in place.

The kitchen was a gorgeous mix of black, white, and brown. The walls were white while the cabinets were black with brown highlights. It was the most aesthetically pleasing kitchen I had ever walked into. Everything in that kitchen screamed rich and bougie.

“Good afternoon ma’am,” one of the staff greeted me with a little courtesy. I looked down at my phone to see the time was now fifteen minutes past twelve.

“Good afternoon,” I said back to her with a warm smile.

“That’s a very beautiful blouse you have on,” she replied, mirroring my smile. She was an older lady, probably in her sixties, and from the way I observed her moving around the kitchen and talking to the other staff, I assumed she must have been the head housekeeper.

“Thank you so much,” I maintained my smile.

“You must be Miss Livingston. We’ve heard so much about you from Mrs. Henderson. You’re the fine lady getting married to Mr. Liam, right?” she asks.

“Yes I am, and please, call me Emma,” I said, walking over to one of the kitchen islands to take a seat.

“Alright, Miss Emma,” she said with a small laugh. “I’m Lilian, it’s nice to meet you,” she stretched out her hand for me to shake and I do. “I heard you and Mr. Liam out in the hall. Is everything alright?” she asked while continuing the vegetable chopping she was doing.

My smile dropped, and I let out a deep sigh. “I accidentally bumped into him and poured his coffee on him. I apologized, of course, but he acted like he wanted to gobble me up and spit me out. I honestly don’t know what’s wrong with him,” I said, placing my arms on the island and resting my chin on them.

She lets out a little laugh and shakes her head. “That’s typical Liam. It’s how he’s always been”. She pauses her chopping to look up at me. “Please, darling, don’t let him get to you. Deep down, he’s the sweetest soul. I know with time you’d get to see that”.

“How long have you worked with the Hendersons?” I asked her, genuinely curious.

“Let’s see,” she puts aside what she’s chopping and focuses her attention on our conversation. “ Liam turned thirty this year, so that means I’ve been with them for about thirty-one years,” she takes a seat on the opposite side of me to continue talking.

“Mrs. Henderson had hired me exactly a year before Liam was born. I remember she had been trying to give birth for a while and at the time I came, she had lost another pregnancy a few months back. So, she sees Liam as more or less a miracle baby”.

I looked at her, a bit shocked. Mrs. Henderson didn’t give off the vibe of someone who had lost multiple pregnancies. I mean, of course, I wouldn’t know how one would react in such a situation, but she just has such a bubbly personality.

She sees I’m a bit shocked and says, “Mrs. Henderson isn’t one to dwell on the past. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about her in all my years here, it’s that. She takes life day by day and believes that everything happens for a reason. It’s one thing I admire about her,” she wags her finger in the air.

“I’ve noticed that she’s so positive. So, I can only imagine she doesn’t let negative things resonate with her because of-,” I get cut off by Mrs. Henderson’s walking through the kitchen doors.

“Emma!” she exclaims when she locks eyes with me. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you, darling. I thought you had left”.

“Not at all,” I said, getting up and walking over to her. “I just got bored and decided to do some sightseeing”.

“Oh well, good for you. Excuse me for not showing you around the house myself. I competently skipped my mind,” she says apologetically”.

“That’s fine,” I said with a tight-lipped smile.

“I’m sure Lilian kept you good company, she said, smiling in Lilian's direction.

“She did indeed,” I said to her. “Thank you, Lilian. It was really nice talking to you,” I said to Lilian and waved her goodbye as I made my way out of the kitchen with Mrs. Henderson.

“Sweetie, before it skips my mind again, Mr. Henderson and I are having a charity dinner here tonight, and you’re coming as Liam’s date. Think of it as a mini launch party for the latest bride and groom-to-be,” she smiles and wriggles her brows.

“What?” I asked her, surprised.

This was not part of my plan today, and worst of all, I’m pretty sure Liam hates my guts right now.