Chapter 6: Carrying Loveth

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

"Loveth!" she called, and Loveth turned to meet their gazes. She immediately looked down, feeling nervous and remembering the illicit affair she had 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 to have for breakfast, my son?" Mrs. Eleanor asked as she turned back to Patrick.

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

"Why, son? 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. 

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

Loveth swallowed, having seen that Patrick had lied to his mother. Despite his mother being an elderly woman, she gasped in shock as Mrs. Eleanor stared at her.

"Prepare his tea and don't add too much milk to the herbs. What would you like to have, Willow? Tea or coffee?" Mrs. Eleanor shifted her gaze to Willow.

Willow looked at Patrick, who was pretending everything was fine between them for his mother's sake, and then at the new maid, who was also looking at her. She replied, "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, and she assumed it was because she was still new compared to the rest.

Loveth heaved a sigh and prepared the tea quickly. Stepping out with the tray in both hands, she walked to the long dining table and approached the young master first.

She didn't know his name, as his mother called him "son," while the other maids referred to him as "younger master." 

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

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

Patrick looked at the beautiful maid fumbling before him and didn't want to believe that he actually slept with her the previous night.

Maybe it was all a misunderstanding on his part, and he shouldn't ask her about it either.

Annoyed, he took his teacup from the tray himself, feeling she was wasting his time. He noticed his mother frown while he sighed.

Willow wondered how the Anderson family could employ such a beautiful maid. The cute round face and shining black eyes irritated her.

She, too, was a billionaire's daughter, and her father was as high and mighty as the Andersons, but she did not like the maid, and it was obvious.

Willow watched the yellow maid approach her with a faint smile and noticed the maid sweating as she brought out her teacup and placed it on the dining table in front of her.

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

Willow stared at Loveth's hand irritably; if she weren't trying to win Patrick's heart over and using his mother as her only opportunity, she would have slapped this stupid beautiful maid in her presence.

The maid's uniform suited her well, her bosom looked fuller, despite her face appearing younger. Her skin looked flawless and brighter than the sun, and Willow shook her head, turning away from her.

Loveth stared at Willow, confused, and then looked at Mrs. Eleanor, who shook her head sadly, and at the young master, both of whom frowned at her, making her wonder what she did wrong.

She clutched the bread tighter and turned to return it to the fridge when she suddenly heard Willow complain, "No...!"

"What are you doing? Get a tray and put it out!" Willow spoke through gritted teeth, clearly irritated. 

Loveth shook her head, seeing Mrs. Eleanor already sipping her tea, as she didn't want bread.

Mrs. Eleanor set down her teacup and looked at Willow as she picked up her napkin and dabbed the corners of her mouth. "She's still new here; that's why," Mrs. Eleanor smiled at Willow.

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

Patrick noticed Loveth's cheeks turning a brighter shade of red, and he shook his head, looking away from her. 

She was beautiful, but he couldn’t accept that he had something with his mother’s maid. "No way!" he responded to his subconscious coldly as she gazed at him.

Loveth frowned and shuddered at Patrick's cold response. She walked back to the fridge to return the remaining bread and approached his mother to clear her used teacup.

"Son, when will the wedding date be fixed now that Willow is here? No more excuses," Mrs. Eleanor declared.

"Wedding?" Loveth’s subconscious mind questioned, and just then, the teacup slipped from her hands and fell to the ground, breaking into pieces, causing some shards to cut her leg.

"Ah!" Loveth screamed as the sharp pieces cut her. As she stepped backward, she stood on another broken piece, making her foot bleed.

"Ah!" she cried again while Patrick immediately stood up, panicking as he saw her bleeding. He rushed to her as she limped away from the broken shards.

"What has come over you? How can you be so careless and absent-minded to injure yourself?" Patrick scolded Loveth, as he picked her up, shocking Willow and his mother, who stared at him in disbelief, watching him 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, while Mrs. Eleanor blinked repeatedly, wondering if she was dreaming.

"Patrick!" Willow stood up in anger from her dining seat as the rest of the maids rushed out to mop up the bloodstains. Patrick immediately dialed Jeff's number.

"Contact the family doctor at once!"

"Are you alright?" Patrick turned back to Loveth, ignoring Willow, and bent in front of Loveth, raising her slender, smooth legs to look at her injured foot.

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

His grip on her foot tightened, and she gasped, "Ah!" causing Patrick to freeze as he looked at her pretty face in confusion.

The sound she made reminded him of the same voice that groaned beneath him, when he had plunged into her core and made love to her.

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

He realized he was still holding Loveth's slender leg, and he shifted backward, still squatted in front of her. He looked at her underfoot and removed the broken piece of the teacup she had stepped on.

"Ah, it hurts!" Loveth cried, and those were the same exact words she had spoken when Patrick first plunged deeper into her, breaking her barrier.

Patrick stared at Loveth's teary face but couldn't say sorry. Just then, their family doctor arrived, and her foot was bleeding seriously after she foolishly stepped on a small sharp piece.

Patrick walked away to the kitchen to wash his hands while the maids cleaned and mopped the tiled floor. As he stepped out, he 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.

 He looked at her in her short red gown that was above her knees, revealing her smooth thighs, and shook his head.

"This isn't the time to discuss this. Excuse me."

He walked past her and returned to the living room, where he saw the doctor had already attended to Loveth's cut and bandaged her foot. He looked at her pained expression.

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

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

"Yes, but I'm afraid she won't be able to put any weight on the foot for a while. I don't know if this will affect her job here with you."