CHAPTER 6

"My son, won't you have your breakfast first before leaving for work?" Mrs. Eleanor asked, as she stared at her only son and met his eyes focused on Loveth, making her smile.

"Loveth!" she called Loveth back, and Loveth turned to meet all their gazes on her.

Loveth stared downward, feeling nervous and remembering she had 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. They had been working in the Anderson mansion long before her and probably when the handsome, dark man was younger.

"My son, what would you like to have for breakfast?" Mrs. Eleanor asked, as she stared back at Patrick.

"I'm fine, Mother. I have to go now." Patrick leaned forward and kissed his mother on her left cheek, and Mrs. Eleanor frowned.

"Why, Patrick? Come sit with me first and have your breakfast. It's not like you'll be fired. Did you eat the chicken pepper soup I asked Loveth to serve you last night? How was it?" Mrs. Eleanor asked, and Patrick stiffened.

Shaking his head, not wanting to make his mother sadder, Patrick replied, "It was nice, Mother. Fine, let me join you for breakfast."

Loveth swallowed, seeing that Patrick had actually lied to his mother despite her being an elderly woman. She gasped in shock, while Mrs. Eleanor stared at her.

"Loveth, prepare my son's tea and don't add too much milk to the tea. What would you like to have, Willow? Tea or coffee?" Mrs. Eleanor shifted her gaze to Willow.

Willow stared at Patrick, who was pretending all was fine between them for his mother's sake, and at the new maid she was seeing, who was also staring at her. She responded, "Anything, Mother. I'm okay with tea."

"Loveth, you heard her. Go quickly."

"Yes, ma."

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

Loveth heaved a sigh and prepared the tea quickly. She stepped out again, carrying the tray with both hands as she walked to the long dining table and approached the young master first.

Loveth didn't remember Patrick's name, as his mother called him "my son," while the other maids called him "young master."

She felt nervous as she approached him and placed the tray in front of him first. Her hands shook as she tried to carry his teacup out to serve him before walking up to their guest.

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

Patrick stared at the beautiful maid fumbling before him. He didn't want to believe that he had actually banged her the previous night; maybe it was all a misunderstanding, and he shouldn't ask her about it either.

Patrick annoyingly carried out his teacup by himself, as Loveth was wasting his time, and he saw his mother frown.

Willow wondered how the Andersons would employ such a beautiful maid. Loveth's cute, round face and black, shining eyes irritated Willow.

Willow was also a billionaire's daughter, and her father was as wealthy as the Andersons. She didn't like the maid, and it was obvious.

Willow watched as Loveth approach her with a faint smile on her face. She saw the maid sweating as she brought out her own teacup and placed it on the dining table in front of her.

Loveth quickly sauntered to the double-door fridge in the dining room and brought out a loaf of bread. She walked back to the dining table and handed it over to Willow, surprising them.

Willow stared at Loveth irritably, as if she wasn't trying to win Patrick's heart and using his mother as her only opportunity. She would've slapped the maid in front of her.

Her uniform suited her; her chest and bosom looked bigger, despite the maid looking younger. Her skin looked so flawless and brighter than the sun, and Willow shook her head in jealousy and stared away from her.

Loveth stared confusedly at Willow, then at Mrs. Eleanor, who shook her head sadly, and also at the young master. 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 spoke with gritted teeth, clearly irritated. She shook her head, seeing Mrs. Eleanor already sipping her herbal tea, as she didn't use bread.

Then Mrs. Eleanor set down her teacup on the golden dining table and stared at Willow. She picked up her serviette and dabbed the corners of her mouth.

"Loveth is still new here; that's why." Mrs. Eleanor smiled as Loveth returned and put out two slices of bread into a tray for the guest.

Loveth stared at the handsome man she had an affair with the previous night and blushed.

Patrick saw Loveth's cheeks adorned with brighter red colors, and he shook his head and stared away from her.

She was beautiful, but he wouldn't accept that he had a thing with his servant—his mother's maid. "No way!" Patrick replied to his subconscious mind as Loveth stared at him.

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

"Patrick, when will the marriage date be fixed now that Willow is here? No more excuses," Mrs. Eleanor said.

"Marriage?" Loveth's subconscious mind asked out, and just then the teacup slipped from her hands and fell to the ground, breaking into pieces as some shards flew and cut 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!" Loveth cried while Patrick stood up in panic. He saw her bleeding and 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. He then carried her up and away, to the shock of Willow, who was sitting, and also his mother, whose jaw dropped at seeing her son carrying their maid.

Patrick walked to the living room couch and set Loveth down gently to sit. It was even forbidden for any maid to sit on their executive couch, while Mrs. Eleanor's eyes blinked repeatedly as she wondered if she wasn't dreaming.

"Patrick!" Willow finally stood up in anger from her dining seat as the rest of the maids rushed out to mop the bloodstains.

Patrick ignored Willow and dialed Jeff's number. "Contact the family doctor at once!"

"Are you alright?" Patrick stared back at Loveth, ignoring Willow. He finally bent in front of Loveth and raised her slender, smooth leg to stare at her underfoot.

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

Patrick's hold on Loveth's foot tightened, and she gasped, "Ah!" making him freeze. He stared at her face in confusion.

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

"Patrick, is she okay?" Mrs. Eleanor asked, making Patrick snap out of his thoughts.

He realized he was still holding Loveth's slender leg.

Patrick shifted backward, still squatted in front of Loveth, and stared at her underfoot. He removed the broken cup piece that she had stepped on.

"Ah, it hurts!" Loveth cried, and those were the same exact words the lady had said to Patrick last night, when he first plunged deeper into her, breaking her bridges.

Patrick stared at Loveth's face in shock and wasn't able to say sorry to her. Just then, their family doctor arrived. Her foot was seriously bleeding, as she had foolishly stepped on small sharp pieces.

Patrick walked away to the kitchen to wash his hands, as the maids had mopped the tiled floor.

As he stepped out of the kitchen, Patrick met Willow standing in front of him.

"I'm sorry, baby. Please forgive me; it's not what you think," Willow pleaded, wanting to use the opportunity to apologize to Patrick.

Patrick stared at Willow in her short red gown that was above her knees, revealing her black thighs, and he shook his head.

"This is not the time to discuss this. Excuse me."

He walked past her and back to the living room. He saw the doctor had already attended to the cut and bandaged the maid's foot, and he stared at her face, which was in pain.

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

"Welcome, Doctor. Are you through with her?"

"Yes, but I'm afraid she won't be able to step on the foot for a while, and I don't know if it will affect her job here, working for you people."