Chapter 68

Reincarnated as a Fisherman and a Dad Chapter 68

As Maya watched Karlos feeding the twins, a maid appeared with three glasses of fruit juice, the clinking sound of glass echoing softly.

She smiled at Karlos, her lips curling subtly, almost shyly, and handed the three glasses to each of them.

"These are for you guys," the maid said as she tucked her green hair behind her ear. Her tone was sweet, her movements graceful yet slightly sensual.

Karlos thanked her while the kids excitedly grabbed their glasses, their tiny hands trembling with anticipation as their faces lit up with joy. They rarely had the chance to enjoy fruit juice. The simple treat felt like a luxury for them.

"Take it slow. No one will take them from you," Karlos reminded gently, helping them drink, afraid they might drop the glasses. His eyes softened as he guided the glasses toward their lips and wiped the juice from their mouths.

"Babe, you can drink mine. I don't like fruit juice," Karlos said when he noticed Maya staring at him with a complicated expression. Her lips pressed together, eyes slightly narrowed in hidden irritation. She let out a soft sighed and accepted the glass, drinking it in one go.

"This is too sweet."

"Is that so?"

"Hm."

Maya nodded and hid her expression, though the faint twitch of her brow betrayed her unease.

'That fucking bitch... She's trying to seduce my husband.'

She had already sensed something was off about the maid named Claire since yesterday. Her instincts as a woman and a wife were sharp, honed by experience. And now she was sure of it, Claire was infatuated with Karlos. The way Claire’s gaze lingered just a moment too long, the sweetness in her tone, all of it screamed infatuation.

Maya set the glass down and helped the twins with their juice. Her movements looked calm, but her fingers trembled slightly. As much as she hated the sweetness, she couldn’t just toss the glasses and make a scene. She also didn’t want to upset the kids, their laughter was too innocent to be tainted by her irritation.

'Should we move to a different place instead?'

She thought about it, but realized how difficult that would be. Her gaze wandered toward the window. They hadn’t been able to find a suitable rental house or apartment before. The villa was free, and they didn’t have to pay rent, a heaven-sent blessing. Moving again would be troublesome, and besides, it would feel ungrateful to Larry and the others who had helped them so much. She sighed softly, torn between pride and practicality.

'Six months. I just have to endure it for six months. I already did this before and won. I can do it again.'

She forced a smile, calming the storm inside her, though her emotions churned beneath the surface. She trusted Karlos deeply and knew how much he loved her, but she couldn’t trust the women around him. Her eyes glinted with quiet determination, she would protect her family, no matter what.

After the nice meal, Karlos and the twins took a nap in their bedroom. Maya used the quiet time to calculate their finances, adding the 67,000 pesos he had earned.

She knew the salmon season was at its peak, but she was still impressed by Karlos’ daily income. After doing the math, she confirmed they had around 1.3 million pesos left after paying the down payment for their house under construction. The realization brought a faint smile to her lips yet...

'It seems like we really have to go to Evitac City to sell the pearls.' She glanced at the small note with the handwritten name of the jewelry store and address that Roman had given Karlos a few days ago.

'If the pearl isn’t enough... I have to sell some of my mom’s jewelry.' She bit her lip as she thought about it. Those were the last things she wanted to part with. But building a proper home that could withstand a storm was a vital step for their family. Like Karlos, she didn’t want her kids to grow up without a real house. They needed their own rooms once they were older. She imagined the twins running across tiled floors, laughing freely, and her motivation only grew stronger.

Saving money was meant for things like this. Even though it pained her to see their savings diminish again, she didn’t regret it. Having a nice home was something worth every sacrifice.

A few hours later, someone knocked on the door, gentle yet firm. Maya looked at the time and realized it was already 8 p.m.

She opened the door to find Wanda standing there with a food cart filled with warm meals. The aroma of roasted meat and steamed vegetables filled the room. Maya had only ever seen this kind of service in movies, where hotel staff brought meals on wheeled carts. She didn’t even know what to call it, room service cart, hotel trolley, whatever it was, it looked elegant and out of place in their modest lives.

"It seems like you want to eat in the master bedroom," Wanda said with a smile.

"Uhh, yes, that would be great." Maya smiled awkwardly and watched as Wanda brought the cart in and arranged their meals.

The master bedroom was huge, equipped with almost everything except a kitchen. It even had a bathroom with a jacuzzi and a small dining area for guests who wanted to eat inside.

"Mrs. Wanda, I heard that the Bay Area has two Ocean Churches," Maya said curiously.

"Yes, there’s one a few minutes away if you take a ride, but it’s close to the construction site. The second church is bigger and located in the opposite direction, closer to the town’s center, but it’s farther."

Maya nodded thoughtfully, weighing her options. The construction companies didn’t stop their work just because the Ocean Church held sermons, they didn’t believe in the Ocean Goddess anyway. That area would be noisy during services, an unpleasant mix of faith and machinery.

"Karlos is a fisherman, so I guess you guys have strong faith in the Ocean Goddess," Wanda said warmly.

"We’re looking for a church to attend every Sunday. I’m not sure we can walk that far with the kids," Maya admitted.

"The one near the construction site seemed less appealing, though it’s neat. The second one looked fine too, but it’s farther away. You don’t have to worry, Foster will drive you there," Wanda assured her, smiling kindly.

"But that would be too much."

"It’s not too much at all. Foster is just doing his job. He’s a part-time driver for the villa and the one who handles groceries."

"But still..."

"Maya, I know you’re not comfortable, but please, let us do our jobs. This villa hasn’t had any guests for years, and we don’t like sitting idle. I’m happy that young master Larry let you stay here," Wanda said sincerely, her wrinkled eyes soft with warmth.

"Alright, I’ll talk to my husband later."

"That would be great. Oh, it seems like Arabella woke up," Wanda said, amused as the little girl sat up and rubbed her eyes sleepily.

"She’s like that whenever she smells food in the air," Maya chuckled.

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