PRISONER OF LOVE LOVE THE WIDOWER

THE SEASON 2 Part 18. Day Three - Jobless!

I woke up in shock, at 8:45, did I forget to turn on the alarm. I just washed my face immediately and 9 or less eight I managed to arrive at the dinner table.

"I'm sorry I'm late,..." And Oliver looked at me in wonder. He still wears his usual shirt. Sipping his coffee quietly, there was a laptop on the dining table, while in his hand was a mobile phone, his glasses were attached to the sign he was in working mode.

"Tag? Where late?"

"You're not working?"

"It's Sunday morning Miss."

"Sunday..." Oh, my God, I'm senile. It's fitting that my alarm doesn't turn on, I think I missed it because I fell asleep because it was too late watching the series until two. Oliver smiled to see me gawking, Bernila laughed.

"Miss Sandra, coffee?"

"Ahh yes Bernila. I forgot it's Sunday, these two days I'm in vacation mode." I sat down in front of Oliver, with a sense of shame. "Can't I come to work, it doesn't feel so good about a vacation like this." Oliver pushed the plate with the breakfast Bernila had made. Sandwiches are full of sausage, even today Bernila has finished a hot mushroom cream soup that matches her toast.

"Breakfast,..."

"Thank you."

I ate my breakfast, Oliver seemed to think I wasn't there, he sat down and watched his laptop screen, worked, a while later he turned out in a conference call, he thought I was an ordinary item around him.

I had breakfast quietly while he finally opened his glasses.

Somehow the three days I've been here I feel like living in my own family home, Oliver doesn't look like a boss, and first of all he doesn't need an escort. What am I doing here, on vacation?!

L saw.

"You know Oliver, you're spending your money." My sudden words made him look at me for a while, then mutter a little, the corner of his lips lifted up making a small smile and his eyes went back to his phone.

"Oliver give me a job, please,... I'm not used to eating blind pay. I forgot what day it was because my job was Netflix overtime." She laughs.

"Later in Vietnam you can join the office team, I told you I brought security personnel from Hong Kong investor representatives, who can help talk to local people and know the terrain better. Nguyen was also assigned to help us later on location. But that's just a container office built by a local contractor, for fieldwork."

I finally found it useful too. I have a job in Vietnam.

"Finally... I'm not unemployed and I'm eating a blind paycheck." She laughs.

"Today let's take a walk."

"Where?"

"Follow it, the important thing is that we have lunch and a walk. I still have a little bit of work, some people today are still in the office. Tomorrow some blueprints must be done."

"Oliver, aren't you bothered that I'm next to you like this?"

"No, we're best friends. Why am I bothered with someone I consider a friend."

"I don't know why you're so hard-earned to think of me as a friend and do all this."

"That's my own wish."

"You bring women here often?"

"Crazy, tell him, if you have to swear if I ever bring anyone here." Bernila look at us.

"Miss Sandra, I just saw you besides Mr. Oliver's mother and sister. Mr. Oliver doesn't seem to have a girlfriend, I think he was gay." Bernila turned out to know Cantonese, I grimaced wide now.

"Crazy, you know Cantonese..."

"Of course Miss, I've been working here for 15 years. Hong Kong is my home. My cousins, friends, nieces and nephews and my family work here, too. I've never been lonely here. This weekend we will usually gather until night. Once this is done I'll go out Miss."

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** There are about 200,000 Filipinos working as domestic workers in Hong Kong and are the largest minority group in Hong Kong while the Indonesian is the second largest minority group of approximately 100,000 migrant workers.

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"Ahh well, have fun Bernila.." He left the kitchen clean.

"Why don't you get distracted, don't you seem to restrict someone from getting into your personal space?" I'm back at Oliver again.

"I've never been bothered with you. That's it, the reason I don't know, maybe I feel like you're a good person. My answer is quite no, we go at 11 o'clock for lunch. I have to finish some things first and just relax for a while."

I don't want to bother him right now, he's looking serious back with his job. At 11 he was already in his casual polo shirt and dark jeans. She went back to her random appearance, I like to see her untidy hair. While I met her in a bright yellow summer blouse shirt, jeans and a cardigan tied around the waist.

"Pretty give me the keys to the car, I'll take the car." She calls me beautiful, I'm a little flattered right now.

"Why is that so handsome. I'm fine, ..." I just spontaneously returned the compliment, hopefully he doesn't feel I'm fascinated by it.

"It's an order, not a request" He raised his hand to ask for a key, and inevitably I had to give it to him.