Chapter 6

“My son, won’t you have your breakfast first before leaving for work?” Mrs. Eleanor Anderson asked Patrick, as she stared at her only son and met his eyes, which were focused on Loveth, making her smile.

“Loveth!” she called, bringing Loveth back to attention. 

Loveth turned and met their gazes, immediately looking downwards, feeling nervous as she remembered having an illicit affair with the young master of the house the previous night. 

Patrick wasn’t young, though, and Loveth wondered why the other servants kept calling him “young master” since they had been working in the Anderson mansion long before her, probably when the handsome, dark man was younger. 

“What would you like for breakfast, son?” Mrs. Eleanor asked, staring back at Patrick again. 

“I’m fine, Mother. I have to go now.” Patrick leaned forward and kissed his mother on the cheek, but Mrs. Eleanor frowned. 

“Why, son? Come sit with me first and have your breakfast. Not like you will be fired. Did you eat the chicken pepper soup I asked Loveth to serve you last night? How was it?” Mrs. Eleanor inquired. 

Patrick stiffened and shook his head, not wanting to make his mother sadder. He replied, “It was nice, Mother. Fine, let me join you for breakfast.” 

Loveth swallowed, having seen that Patrick actually lied to his mother. Despite his mother being an elderly woman, Loveth gasped in shock while Mrs. Eleanor turned to her. 

“Prepare his tea, and don’t add too much milk to the herb. What would you like, Willow? Tea or coffee?” Mrs. Eleanor inquired.

Willow stared at Patrick, who was pretending everything was fine between them for his mother’s sake, and then shifted her gaze to the new maid, who was also looking at her. She responded, “Anything, Mother. I’m okay with tea.” 

“Loveth, you heard her. Go quickly!” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

Loveth quickly exited the dining room and walked back into the kitchen to prepare the tea as she was instructed. She wondered why Mrs. Eleanor liked sending her on errands more than the other maids, assuming it was because she was still new compared to the rest. 

Loveth heaved a sigh and prepared the tea quickly. Stepping out again, she carried the tray with both hands, walking to the long dining table and approaching the young master first. 

She didn’t know his name again, as his mother called him “son,” while the other maids referred to him as “younger master.” 

Feeling nervous, Loveth placed the tray in front of Patrick and her hands shook as she tried to carry his teacup out to serve him first before attending to their guest. 

She remembered seeing him bare the previous night, and her hands shook even more as she inhaled his masculine scent. 

Patrick watched the beautiful maid fumbling before him and didn’t want to believe that he had actually slept with her the previous night. Maybe it was all a misunderstanding, and he shouldn't ask her about it. 

Irritated, Patrick picked up his teacup himself, as Loveth was wasting his time. He saw his mother frown while he sighed. 

Willow wondered how the Andersons would employ such a beautiful maid. Her cute round face and shiny black eyes irritated her. 

Willow was a billionaire’s daughter, and her father was as influential as the Andersons, but she didn’t like the maid; it was obvious. 

Willow watched the blonde maid approach her with a faint smile on her face and saw the maid sweating as she set her own teacup on the dining table in front of her. 

Loveth quickly sauntered to the double-door fridge, took out some bread, and walked back to the dining table, handing it over to Willow, surprising everyone. 

Willow glared at her irritably. If she wasn't trying to win Patrick's heart using his mother as her only opportunity, she would have slapped this beautiful maid in front of her. 

Her uniform suited her; her chest looked bigger despite her youthful appearance. Her skin was flawless and brighter than the sun. Willow shook her head and turned away from her. 

Loveth looked at Willow, confused, then glanced at Mrs. Eleanor, who shook her head sadly, then to the young master, and they all frowned at her, making her wonder what she had done wrong. 

Loveth then clutched the bread tighter and turned to return it to the fridge when she heard the guest complain. 

“No!” 

“What are you doing? Get a tray and put it out!” Willow exclaimed through gritted teeth, clearly irritated. She shook her head, seeing Mrs. Eleanor already sipping her tea without any bread. 

Mrs. Eleanor set down her teacup and turned to Willow as she picked up her serviette to dab at the corners of her mouth. 

“She’s still new here; that’s why,” Mrs. Eleanor smiled at Willow. 

However, Loveth returned and put two slices of bread onto a tray for the guest. She glanced at the handsome man she had an affair with the previous night and blushed. 

Patrick noticed Loveth's cheeks turning bright red. He shook his head, and looked away. She was beautiful, but he wouldn’t accept that he had something with his mother’s maid—“No way!” he thought to himself coldly as he looked at her. 

Loveth frowned and shuddered as Patrick spoke to her coldly. She walked back to the fridge to return the remaining bread, then walked to meet his mother to clear away the used teacup. 

“Son, when will the marriage date be set now that Willow is here? No more excuses,” Mrs. Eleanor said.

“Marriage?” Loveth’s subconscious mind asked out loud, and just then, the teacup slipped from her hands, falling to the ground and shattering into pieces, some flying and cutting her leg. 

“Ah!” Loveth screamed as the sharp pieces cut her leg. As she stepped backward, she stepped on another broken piece, making her underfoot bleed. 

“Ah!” she cried out again while Patrick immediately stood up in a panic. Upon seeing her bleeding, he rushed over to her as she limped away from the broken pieces. 

“What has come over you? How can you be so daft and absent-minded to injure yourself?” Patrick scolded Loveth, picking her up and carrying her away, shocking both Willow and his mother, whose jaws dropped at seeing her son carrying their maid. 

Patrick walked to the living room couch and gently set Loveth down to sit. It was even forbidden for any maid to sit on their executive couch. Mrs. Eleanor blinked repeatedly, wondering if she was dreaming. 

“Patrick!” Willow finally stood up angrily from her dining seat while the rest of the maids rushed out to mop up the blood stains. Patrick immediately dialed Jeff’s number. 

“Contact the family doctor at once!” 

“Are you alright?” Patrick turned back to Loveth, ignoring Willow, and finally bent in front of her, raising her slender smooth legs to look at her feet. 

Thoughts flashed through Patrick’s mind as he immediately remembered that he had opened a lady’s legs the previous night and made love to her. 

Patrick gripped Loveth's foot tighter, causing her to gasp, “Ah!” This made Patrick freeze as he stared at her pretty yellow face in confusion. 

The sound she made reminded him of the same sound—the same voice—that gasped in pain when he had plunged into her and penetrated her walls. 

“Is she okay, son?” Mrs. Eleanor finally asked, snapping Patrick out of his thoughts. He realized he was still holding Loveth's slender, long, beautiful legs and shifted backward, still squatted in front of her, as he looked at her foot and removed the sharp piece of broken cup she had stepped on. 

“Ah, it hurts!” Loveth cried. Those were the exact words she had said to him when he first plunged deeper into her core, breaking her barriers. 

Patrick stared at Loveth's face and couldn’t apologize. Just then, their family doctor arrived, and her foot was seriously bleeding as she foolishly stepped on two sharp pieces. 

Patrick walked away to the kitchen to wash his hands as the maids cleaned and mopped the tiled floor. As he stepped out, he saw Willow standing in front of him. 

“I’m sorry, baby. Please forgive me. It’s not what you think,” Willow pleaded, trying to use the opportunity to apologize to Patrick. 

Patrick stared at Willow's face, taking in her short red gown that was above her knees and revealing her black thighs. He shook his head and replied, “This is not the time to discuss this. Excuse me.” 

Patrick then walked past Willow, returning to the living room. He saw that the doctor had already attended to the cut and bandaged the maid’s foot. He noticed her face was in great pain. 

“Good morning, Master Patrick,” Doctor Timothy Suleiman greeted, and Patrick nodded. 

“Welcome, doctor. Are you done with her?” 

“Yes, but I’m afraid she won’t be able to step on her foot for a while, and I don’t know if that will affect her job here, working for you people,” Doctor Timothy said.