CHAPTER 6 - CARRYING LOVETH

"My son, won't you have your breakfast before leaving for work?" Mrs. Eleanor Anderson asked as she looked at her only son, noticing his gaze fixed on Loveth, which made her smile. 

“Loveth!” she called out to the maid. Loveth turned to meet their gazes and immediately looked down, feeling nervous as memories of her illicit affair with the young master flooded back.

Patrick, however, wasn’t really that young, and Loveth wondered why the other servants insisted on calling him “young master.” They had worked in the Anderson mansion long before her, probably when the handsome dark man was younger.

"What would you like for breakfast, my son?" Mrs. Eleanor asked, turning her attention back to Patrick.

"I'm fine, Mother. I have to go now." Patrick leaned forward and kissed his mother on the cheek, but she 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 inquired.

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, noticing Patrick was actually lying to his mother. The knowledge shocked her, and as Mrs. Eleanor turned to her, and said,

“Prepare his tea, but don’t add too much milk to the coffee. What would you like, Willow—tea or coffee?” 

Willow glanced at Patrick, who was pretending everything was fine for his mother’s sake, and then back at the new maid, who was also watching her. 

“Anything, Mother. I’m okay with tea,” Willow replied. 

“Loveth, you heard her. Go quick!” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

Loveth quickly exited the dining room and returned to the kitchen to prepare the tea as instructed. She wondered why Mrs. Eleanor often sent her on errands more than the other maids. Maybe it was simply because she was still new compared to the rest.

Loveth sighed and prepared the tea swiftly. Carrying the tray with both hands, she headed back to the long dining table and approached the young master first. 

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

Feeling nervous, Loveth placed the tray in front of Patrick first. Her hands shook as she tried to lift his teacup, wanting to serve him before attending to their guest.

Meanwhile, Loveth's mind went back to the previous night, and her hands trembled more as she inhaled Patrick's cologne.

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

Irritated at her delay, Patrick picked up his teacup himself, observing his mother frown in response. Willow watched as Patrick pretended all was well between them, confusion on her face.

Willow couldn’t understand how the Andersons had employed such a stunning maid. Loveth’s cute round face and shining black eyes irritated Willow.

Willow was a billionaire's daughter, from a family as wealthy as the Andersons, yet she didn’t want to like the maid. It was conspicuous.

Loveth approached Willow with a faint smile, her forehead glistening with sweat, as she placed her teacup in front of her. 

Willow stared at Loveth's face irritably. If she weren’t trying to win Patrick’s heart using his mother as her only opportunity, she might have slapped the beautiful maid right there.

Loveth's uniform suited her well, and her chest seemed fuller, despite her youthful appearance. Her skin looked flawless, brighter than the sun, which only made Willow more frustrated. She shook her head and looked away.

Loveth went to the fridge to get a bread for Willow. She approached Willow to serve her, but noticed Willow looking at her with disapproval, and she shot a glance at Mrs. Eleanor, who sadly shook her head. The young master also frowned at Loveth, which left her confused yet anxious about what she had done wrong.

Clutching the bread tighter, Loveth turned to return it to the fridge when she heard Willow complain.

“No…! What are you doing? Get a tray and put it out!” Willow snapped through gritted teeth, clearly irritated.

Loveth shook her head, noting Mrs. Eleanor was already sipping her tea and hadn’t asked for bread. 

Mrs. Eleanor put her teacup down and looked at Willow, dabbing the corners of her mouth with her napkin. 

"She’s still new here; that’s why," Mrs. Eleanor said with a smile directed at Willow. 

As Loveth returned to the dining room, she placed two slices of bread onto a tray for the guest. Blushing, she caught a glimpse of the handsome man she had slept with the previous night looking at her.

Patrick noticed Loveth's cheeks flush a deeper red, and he quickly looked away. She was beautiful, but he refused to accept that he had been with his mother's maid. “No way!” he thought coldly, as she gazed at him.

Loveth frowned and shuddered at Patrick's coldness, then walked back to the fridge to put the remaining bread away before approaching Mrs. Eleanor to clear her used teacup.

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

“Marriage?” Loveth’s subconscious mind echoed, and suddenly, the teacup slipped from her hands, shattering on the ground, and sending sharp pieces scattering as she stepped back and cut her leg.

“Ah!” Loveth screamed as the sharp shards sliced her skin, only to stumble over another piece and cry out again.

“Ah!” 

Patrick panicked as he saw Loveth bleeding, he rushed over to her as she limped away from the mess. 

“What has come over you? How can you be so daft and absent-minded to injure yourself!” Patrick scolded Loveth. He lifted her up, shocking both Willow and his mother, who stared in disbelief he carried the maid.

Patrick quickly walked to the living room couch and gently set Loveth down. It was considered forbidden for any maid to sit on the executive couch, leaving Mrs. Eleanor blinking repeatedly in confusion.

“Patrick!” Willow finally stood up in anger from her dining seat as the other maids rushed in to clean up the bloodstains. Meanwhile, Patrick dialed Jeff's number.

“Contact the family doctor at once!” 

“Are you alright?” Patrick looked back at Loveth, ignoring Willow’s presence as he crouched in front of Loveth, raising her slender, smooth legs to examine her underfoot.

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and he suddenly remembered opening a woman’s legs the previous night and making love to her. 

His grip on Loveth's foot tightened, and she gasped, “Ah!” This made Patrick freeze, staring at her pretty, yellow face in confusion.

The sound she made reminded him of the same voice that gasped in pain when he had plunged into her the previous night and broken through her barriers.

“Is she okay, son?” Mrs. Eleanor finally asked, pulling Patrick out of his thoughts. He realized he was still holding Loveth’s slender, beautiful legs and shifted backward, still squatting in front of her as he removed the broken pieces of the cup from her foot.

“Ah, it hurts!” Loveth cried, and the words mirrored those she had uttered when Patrick first penetrated her the previous night, breaking her barriers.

Patrick stared at Loveth's face in confusion, but couldn’t bring himself to say he was sorry. Just then, their family doctor arrived, seeing that Loveth’s foot was bleeding seriously from the sharp pieces that Patrick had removed.

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

“I’m sorry, baby. Please forgive me. It’s not what you think!” Willow pleaded, using this moment to apologize to him. He looked at her, noting her short red dress that barely concealed her thighs.

“This is not the time to discuss this. Excuse me,” Patrick replied, walking past Willow back into the living room, where the doctor had already attended to Loveth’s cuts and bandaged her foot. He noticed her face was still etched with pain.

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

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

“Yes, but I’m afraid she won’t be able to put weight on that foot for a while, and I’m not sure how this will affect her job working for you.”