Chapter 3: Matching Clothes

Kieran's veins pulse in displeasure. Time is gold, what in the world are they slacking for?  "You heard my mother, now leave." He grits his teeth beneath his lips, impatiently, glaring towards a servant in front of him.

The sight of his knitted brows paired with his calm and distant expression made the servant gulp her saliva again. "Right away." She immediately excuse herself. Why does it feel like she just received a threat? Was she going to get fired?

Butler Yang sighs inside his head, surely the young maid was now flustered. He invites the upset child over to bath as the boy clearly values time the most and he definitely despises the idea of servants standing in one place with the heiress.

His ears heard faint murmurs behind, causing him to look back, shushing the two disrespectful young maidens who remained in his side to assist the young boy as the other two prepared the heiress's bath and one was entrusted to pass the heiress's demand to the head chef, expected it to reach the kitchen in short notice.

No matter how much the worried butler concealed it. The thinness of his voice was noticeable. Indeed he was aging and it won't be long for the head master to let him retire in his position. Time is running and the candles are melting, but he chose by heart to remain under this young lad's growing wings. It might as well worth taking care of a genius born in this era before he dies of old age as it brings fortune and stories to the next lineage of his family.

Kieran grabs the tip of his mother's pale fingers, tugging it slowly as the corner of his lips bend into a frown. "I'll be going now mother."

Hillary leans down, watching how he showers her face with feather light kisses. "You know one is enough." She chuckles. They would still meet in the dining area later on, but he's acting like they weren't going to see each other for a year. He sounded so down-hearted.

"The more the better." Her soft skin was warm against his cold lips, giving him the sudden sense of longing as he craves for more. Well, it is expected that a pile of kisses has yet to come as the recent power pecks he gave her will disappear eventually once she washes up.

Her fingers caress and straighten his knitted brows. "Be good, my little bun." She ruffles his hair seeing him nod in agreement, attentively. The ends of his bangs brush against his forehead. He turns to his butler quickly to hide his reddened ears.

Hillary bid them good bye as she watch their backs shrink until they were nowhere in sight. She then resumes striding towards the end of the hallway to start preparing herself for the day.

. . .

The moment she descended from the stairs, fresh and suitably dressed for their mother and son date later. The servants bowed for respect, hiding the astonishment in their eyes as they applaud her beauty inside their heads, which words aren't enough to define and justice how demure she looks, like a saintess befall to answer the prayers of the mortals, granting them a blessing of her presence.

She was far from the feisty and stern heiress they knew and today she was different than any other normal mornings they had witness. Her face was bare, free from her disguised make up. Her milky skin glowed as the lighting of the bright room and the large stained glass window flatters her temperament more.

Their lovely heiress fits the definition of the word 'breath-taking' inside their hazy minds. The sleeves of her white cotton polo were rolled perfectly to her elbow and she had the front edge slightly tucked in her fitted black jeans. The ends were slightly loose around her ankle.

The heiress had dress appropriately and seeing that their respect for her risen. Overall she had a perfect motherly image with a small drop of youth. It was a refreshing sight to see.

"Is Kieran done?" She politely asks, pushing her hair behind her as she gave her favorite pouch bag to the maids. This time her bag was filled with necessary things Kieran would mostly need than her throughout the fun day waiting for them ahead.

The maids, who were waiting for her, nod their heads in response.

"He's waiting for you in the dining area young miss." One of the maids chided, extending her arms to receive her bag and hold unto the expensive material with care as they follow the heiress's lead towards the dining area.

Their faces were calm and serene, far from distress despite the incident that had happened earlier as expected. They didn't inform her about the part where the young master reprimanded them, his 'unfortunate maids', to lay out all the white clothing he has in his walk in closet in less than a minute, like he was running late, not to mention the arrays of clothing inside his closet were endless.

They didn't want to lose their jobs so they had kept their mouth sealed for their safety. God knows execution is likely to happen when they lose their position, unable to leave this mansion alive without undergoing the young boy's inhuman methods.

They had kept their heads down as they shiver in their places silently when they were close towards their destination.

When Hillary arrives inside the large dining area, her eyes instantly spots Kieran's small frame sitting on one of the wingback cushioned chairs in the long dining table, eyes bright upon her arrival.

She arched her brow seeing him in white thick wool sweater, black knee length shorts with white stripes on both sides, and a pair of white Adidas shoes she had bought him recently.

She smiles at the thought he too, had also dress modestly and coincidentally their outfits match for the day.

"Did you wait long, sweetheart? You seem excited." She continues to stride towards the long table and she can't help but laugh at her son. So cute, plus he really does look excited. She pinch his soft cheeks before occupying the seat beside him.

"I just got here, mother and I'm really looking forward to it." He had his eyes following her every movement from the entrance until she had finally sat beside him, his thoughts were clear from any worries at the sight of his mother's warm smile. White clothing really does suit her.

The butlers standing in the sidelines were finally able to breathe freely at the sight of their only savior entering the room. They had waited in this suffocating area of silence for approximately thirty minutes. They were tired bowing their heads down as they felt their nape turning numb from pain and pressure. Everyone was too afraid to move a muscle, in fear to create any mistakes or discomfort that might offend the youngest master in the house.

Hillary's stomach lurches at the sight of the steamed and hot dishes in front of them, they were appetizing and mouthwatering, but she paused at the sudden realization.

"Dig in mother. The scallops are—"

"Where are the broccolis?" She asked Butler Yang who stride forward to her side, fingers sweating at her plural statement, broccolis.

"The chefs are steaming the broccolis, just as you said young miss." Butler Yang responded. He took a quick glance at the frozen child sitting beside the heiress. His young and piercing eyes were distant upon meeting his old and unfocused ones.

Not too long another butler had walk his way towards her side, carrying a steel tray in his hands where a circular plate with newly steamed broccolis was place.

"Thank you." She said to the Butler who just came in. The butler was already used to the heiress' kind and warm behavior towards them, even if they were below her level. She had never mistreated them nor looked at them differently like the other spoiled heiress in her age.

Hillary turn to her side, glancing down at her son who was wearing an unreadable expression, eyes glued on the dish she place in front of his empty plate. She place two large spoonful of rice on his plate and two large pair of healthy and fresh broccoli, making sure he had no escape before she shift her attention to her empty plate, adding rice with tiny mouth bites from different dishes laid before them.

"Dig in, little bun." She sweetly said at him, pointing towards his plate while putting a clean table napkin around his neck to make sure there wouldn't be any stain to splatter on his white sweater.

Her son continued to look at his plate like it was foreign to his sight, poking the green food with the end of his fork. He drops the utensils in his hands and look towards her side.

"After you, mother." He nudge back at her, he has a manner of not touching his food before she does. She cut the scallops in half and places it inside her mouth, chewing it silently only then she added rice to pair with the rich and flavorful seafood in her mouth.

Seeing she had already eaten. Kieran ate the food in his plate in silent with Hillary adding different dishes next to his piled broccolis from time to time. She's happy he didn't had the time to argue at her instead he seems happy to tolerate her behavior adding different dishes on his plate to ease the flavor of the vegetable inside his mouth.

The chefs, who were expecting for a huge disaster to happen in the dining area, drop their knees on the floor in relief at the response from the butler that hell was peaceful today.

They had almost burst into tears thinking about their own families that they had to support when this job position offered them higher salary than any restaurant can, especially the head chef who thought his whole career would cease to end at the vegetable dish that ranked first in the black notebook.

The heavens must have given them another miracle. They praised and thanked each other for their hard work before they get back to their own counters.