When I stood at the door, a bodyguard opened the door for me and asked, "Are you a new servant?" "Yes." I deliberately lowered my voice. Fortunately, it was exceptionally cold today. Even if I wrapped myself up like a dumpling and only showed my eyes, the bodyguards did not doubt me. He open the door after looking at me for a few more seconds. This time, he didn't take me to the living room. Instead, he took me to the servant room in the corner and arranged a room for me. He said impatiently, "First change your clothes and then follow me to see the young master." I nodded. There were probably seven or eight servant rooms in this manor. The one arranged for me by the bodyguards is the one closest to the door. I quickly took off my jacket and put on a uniform for servants. Then I put on the flat-toned glasses that I had prepared long ago. As soon as I went out, she lowered her head. The bodyguard did not find out anything.
Standing to the side, I finally understood why Patrick was in such a state of collapse. It was so hard for him to even sit up. He must feel very frustrated. I didn't dare to say it, so I could only stand by the side. I picked up the shower and was about to open it when the man looked up and asked me, "Are you going to help me take a bath with your clothes on?" "... " Before I could speak, he said, "There are no spare clothes here. If your clothes are wet, you can walk alone naked. Anyway, the bodyguards outside have seen you naked." His words were like thorns. After I heard it, a burst of blush appeared on my face, and I couldn't wait to find a place to sneak in. For a moment, I was a little confused. "Then what should I wear..." "Why are you still wearing clothes when I've already taken them off?" The man's face was cold. Although he said such things, I didn't feel that he had any improper thoughts. Or, even if he wanted to, he cou
I bent down to pick up the pieces. Then I heard the man's angry voice behind me. "Didn't you go to cook? Where's lunch?!" I was so frightened that my hand trembled, and the vase fragment broke my finger. The blood quickly flowed out of the wound. I put my fingers in my mouth. I looked up and found Patrick was looking at me. For a moment, I didn't know whether I should pick up the fragments of the vase first or give him the lunch first. I struggled for a while and then put the glass pieces beside the wall. I stood up and said, "Please wait for a moment." After I said that, I went out and put the dishes on the dining car one by one on a movable small table in the room. Then I pushed the small table to the front of Patrick and placed the chopsticks for him. I said respectfully, "Sir, enjoy your meal." Patrick did not move. He just lowered his head. I didn't know what he was thinking. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and grabbed my finger.
In the afternoon, my brain almost stopped working. Patrick asked me to get water, and I stood there pouring water for him with the teapot in my hand. Then my mind went blank. It wasn't until the water flowed down the table and scalded my feet that I realized what I was doing. "I'm sorry!" I put the teapot aside and looked at Patrick. He looked at me, and his black eyes were cold. He didn't intend to blame me for pouring out the water, and there was no expression on his face. He just looked at me. But I was scared by his stares. I took out the paper from the bathroom and apologized while wiping. "I'm sorry, sir. I'll be more careful." After cleaning the table, I went to get a mop to wipe the floor again. The mob was in the tools room downstairs, so I ran over to get it. After finishing the work, Patrick said, "You can go down and prepare dinner first." "Yes, my lord." I left after I answered. When I arrived at
When I was about to go downstairs, the bodyguard caught up with me and said, "If you don't want do it, then just go. Master did this just to drive you away." "I know, but I'm not going." I said calmly. The bodyguard had recognized me yesterday. The bodyguard sighed behind me. "You are too stubborn." "Well, I also think so." I smiled and said, Wearing the clothes of the servants in winter, I went to the garden with cotton gloves. This was the first time I came here. Compared to looking at it from above, the entire garden seemed much larger when standing here. Looking at the garden of hundreds of square meters, I knew it was no longer a matter of whether I could finish this job. It was about how long can I hold on. However, I didn't care. I said I wouldn't leave, then I wouldn't. I took a deep breath and squatted down to pluck the weeds. The garden was covered with thick snow. When I got rid of the snow,
Patrick called an doctor over for me. The doctor gave me an injection and prescribed the medicine. It wasn't until I lay in bed for about three days that my fever was basically relieved. But I would cough sometimes. Fearing that I would infect others, I put on a mask. Over the past few days, Tillie had completely taken over my job, taking care of Patrick's life. I saw that Tillie stayed in Patrick's room for a few hours many times, feeling quite sad in my heart. I wanted to ask them what they were doing inside. I was afraid that Patrick would ask Tillie to help him take a bath as I did for him. Although I thought that Patrick wouldn't do that, upon further deliberation, I felt that it was probable. That evening, once again, Tillie stayed in Patrick's room for three hours before going back. Upon bumping into her in the corridor, I saw that she got somewhat soaked on her body and couldn't help asking, "What are you doing in Mr. Cowell
In fact, even though Patrick asked me to wash the curtains, I never thought of giving up. Anyway, the curtains in themselves weren't dirty. I only had to wash them and hang them outside. I spent an entire day washing two pieces of curtains roughly. Then, I carried them in my arms and hung them somewhere to dry. It wasn't a difficult job for me. However, the water was too cold. After a day, my hands were frozen and swollen. Maybe it was because I had suffered a lot before that such a petty thing was nothing to me. At sunset, Tillie cooked dinner and sent it upstairs to Patrick. Without getting permission to go upstairs, I made some dinner by myself. After a while, Tillie sent the tableware down. Before she could put the tableware away, a bodyguard came downstairs and said, "Mr. Cowell asks you to help him take a bath." "Okay." As Tillie heard this, she seemed to be a little blushed again. Putting the tableware down, she went up
Without looking up, I couldn't see Tillie's expression. But all of this didn't matter to me anymore. Tillie was silent for a while before saying, "Ms. Nolan, I've inquired about it. It turns out that you are Mr. Cowell's ex-wife and that you bore a child for him. Now you stay here and refuse to leave, intending to rekindle your feelings with Mr. Cowell." "Yes." I didn't deny it. From a certain point of view, I probably indeed hoped so. Hearing this, Tillie giggled, "Ms. Nolan, you're really naive. Have you ever heard of a saying?" I ignored her. Seeing that I didn't respond, she continued, "Men actually are very dedicated. No matter how old they are, they are all falling for women of twenty years old. The way you see it, aren't they devoted?" After that, Tillie smiled even more brightly. I looked up and glanced at smiling Tillie. Finally, I realized that something was wrong with her. Although Tillie's hair was of plain black c