# Chapter 7: The Uneasy Silence of the Garrick Penthouse
Hello everyone, it’s me again! How are you all doing? I hope you’re ready for another deep dive into the twisted world of *The Housemaid’s Secret*. Today, we’re walking together through Chapter 7, a chapter that simmers like a slow-cooked meal, with tension hidden beneath every surface. This is the chapter where Millie tries to be the perfect housemaid, but the lingering mystery of Wendy Garrick makes every step feel heavier than it should. Let’s get right into it.
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Millie had been in the Garrick apartment enough times to know the routine, but she still wasn’t used to the strange heaviness in the air. There was something about those walls, the polished marble floors, the Victorian-era furniture that felt frozen in time. But Millie didn't have time to daydream. Tonight, she had to cook dinner. Not just any dinner. Cornish game hen. A dish she had only ever heard of in theory, never in practice.
She had scoured the kitchen, reading the carefully organized recipe cards, each one dated, each one precise. The previous housemaid had left everything in perfect order, but that didn’t make Millie’s job easier. She had to go to four different stores to find the right ingredients, all while silently wondering: *Who is Mr. Royal, and is he a person or a place?* But that was a mystery for another day.
Two hours later, Millie stood back and admired her work. The Cornish game hen was roasting in the oven, filling the kitchen with a rich, savory scent. The laundry was folded and put away. Two place settings sat neatly on the long oak dining table—a table that looked like it belonged in a royal palace rather than a penthouse apartment. Millie had to admit, she was a little proud of herself. She had never cooked a game hen before, and yet, here it was, smelling delicious.
She was just peeking into the oven to check on the bird when the elevator doors ground open. The sound echoed through the grand apartment, followed by heavy footsteps down the hallway.
“Wendy!” The voice boomed through the rooms. It was Douglas Garrick. “Wendy, I’m home!”
Millie stepped out of the kitchen, her heart pattering slightly. She listened for the guest bedroom door to open, hoping, just once, to catch a glimpse of the infamous Mrs. Garrick. But the silence upstairs was absolute. No creaking hinges. No soft footsteps. Nothing.
“Hello,” Millie said, wiping her hands on her jeans as she walked into the living room. “Your dinner is just about ready—I promise.”
Douglas stood in the middle of the room, his gaze fixed on the stairwell as if expecting someone to appear. He gave a curt nod. “Excellent. Thank you very much, Millie.”
She followed his gaze up the stairs. “Do you want me to fetch Mrs. Garrick?”
He seemed to hesitate for a moment, then looked down at the two place settings on the table. His lips pressed into a thin line. “I have a feeling she won’t be joining me tonight.”
The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. Millie tilted her head. “Should I bring a plate upstairs for her?”
“No need. I’ll bring it to her.” He flashed a lopsided smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “She’s still feeling under the weather, I’m sure.”
Millie murmured something soft and polite, then hurried back into the kitchen to pull the hen from the oven. It looked wonderful—golden, crispy, perfect. But cutting the stupid thing according to the specific instructions took another ten minutes. Finally, she plated the food, her hands steady, her mind buzzing.
She carried the plates to the dining room just as Douglas was descending the stairs. He looked tense, his jaw tight. Millie set the plates down and asked gently, “How is she doing?”
He was quiet for a moment, as if weighing his answer. “It’s not a good day.”
“I’m so sorry,” Millie said, meaning it. There was something in his voice, something tired and sad.
He shrugged. “It is what it is. But thank you for your help today, Millie.”
“No problem. Would you like me to bring Mrs. Garrick’s plate up to her?”
She noticed it immediately—a subtle tightening of his lips, a flicker of irritation. “You already offered, and I said I would do it, didn’t I?” His voice was polite, but the edge was unmistakable.
Millie stopped herself before she could say more. He thought she was being nosy, and he wasn’t entirely wrong. She forced a smile. “Anyway, have a good evening.”
“Yes,” he replied vaguely. “Good night, Millie. Thanks again.”
She grabbed her coat and walked toward the elevators. She held her breath, waiting for the heavy doors to slam shut behind her. And when they did, her shoulders sagged with relief. There was something about that apartment, about the silence, about Wendy Garrick hidden away in that guest bedroom, that made Millie’s skin prickle with unease. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but she knew one thing for certain: something was very, very wrong in the Garrick household.
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And that, my friends, is where Chapter 7 leaves us. It’s a quieter chapter, but the tension simmers just below the surface—the kind of unease that builds into something far more sinister. We see Douglas’s strange protectiveness, the mystery of Wendy’s invisible presence, and Millie’s growing instinct that all is not what it seems.
As a reader, I couldn't help but feel a chill while going through this chapter. The domesticity of cooking a meal, setting plates, being polite—it all feels so normal, yet the undercurrent of dread is unmistakable. Millie is doing everything right, but even she can sense that the Garrick penthouse is a house of secrets. The fact that Wendy never appears, that Douglas seems both protective and dismissive, and that the previous housemaid’s meticulous notes leave so much unsaid—it's deliciously unsettling. I'm completely hooked and slightly terrified for what comes next.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️✨ Rating: 4.6 / 5 Stars
**Next Chapter Prediction:** After that eerie evening, Millie will probably start digging deeper into the mystery of Wendy Garrick. Brock’s playful suggestions about vampires and werewolves will likely give way to more serious questions—and I bet Millie will try to find the previous housemaid’s hidden notes, or perhaps she'll catch a glimpse of Wendy when Douglas isn't looking. The tension is building, and I have a feeling that the next chapter might reveal something shocking about what's really going on inside that guest bedroom. Will Millie's curiosity cross a line she can't come back from? We'll find out soon!
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