2. Entering his room.

Patrick turned his gaze towards the sliding entrance door of the sitting room. A pretty yellow maid entered his sitting room, and he felt a sense of weightlessness as he gazed at her beautiful yellow face. He was irresistibly drawn to approach her, seizing her as she entered his sitting room, carrying a tray of his dinner in both hands. He stared at her with his cold, piercing eyes as her cute, round, chubby face came into view.

Patrick believed his mother had likely sent Loveth to bring him dinner. He tightly gripped the third alcoholic wine bottle, taking large gulps. As Loveth approached, he slowly set the wine bottle aside, distancing it from his sinful lips. Loveth stood before him, flashing the most beautiful smile he had ever seen.

"Excuse me, sir. I've been asked by your mother to bring you this meal. Where should I store it?" Loveth ask him.

Patrick clumsily dropped the wine bottle onto the bar top before getting up and stumbling towards her. She quickly averted her gaze from him and focused on the trays in her hands. Patrick stumbled towards her and came to a halt right in front of her, sniffing her like a dog. Patrick's sudden behavior startled Loveth, causing her to freeze in place.

'Does she have a bad smell?' Loveth was filled with wonder. She tightened her hold on the tray. She had never encountered such a striking man before, and initially, she declined when her mother mentioned the idea of moving into the Anderson's mansion to serve Elderly Mrs. Eleanor Anderson.

 After her mother and two younger sisters, Janet and Juliet, pleaded with her, Loveth finally agreed and parked her boxes to the mansion. The dark, handsome young man dressed in an expensive red shirt and plain black trousers approached her. Loveth's blood pressure rose as he stopped in front of her, sniffing her like a dog. She tightened her grip on the tray.

'Does she have an unpleasant odor?' Loveth's cute smile vanished from her face, leaving her wondering. Patrick disregarded Loveth and confidently returned to his inner chamber.

In the sitting room, Loveth stood, unable to speak and unsure of what to do. Mrs. Eleanor Anderson emphasized the importance of ensuring Patrick's proper nutrition due to his weak stomach since birth, especially considering she gave birth to Patrick at an older age.

Loveth tightly gripped the tray, holding a plate of jollof rice with fried turkey laps and a bowl of freshly cooked pepper-soup garnished with scented leaves. She hesitated, unsure of where to drop the tray in her hand. She stood in the sitting room, speechless and staring around. The young master of the house didn't step out from the door he had entered.

 Loveth was unaware of the room he entered since she wasn't responsible for cleaning his rooms. She worked with them for the second day and night, but she didn't see him on her first day because he left early for work. Loveth let out a heavy breath and surveyed the spacious sitting room.

Seven purple couches were scattered throughout the room, inviting her to sit. The standing shelves held a collection of books that caught her attention, despite her struggle with reading. The walls of his sitting room were painted in an off-white color, revealing the Anderson family's fondness for white. The entire 4-storey building mansion gleamed in white paint from every corner.

Experience the breathtaking transition from the interior to the exterior views of the mansion. Loveth let out a sigh and walked over to the bar top to place the dinner there, feeling unsure of what to do next. She hesitated briefly before approaching the door Patrick had entered. With a determined shake of her head, she stepped back and walked away towards the elevator.

Loveth stepped into the elevator and swiftly descended to the lowest floor to meet his mother. Mrs. Eleanor Anderson retired to her rooms below, as her husband was not present. Loveth heard that he had travelled out for some medical treatment. Mrs. Eleanor smiled and waved for Loveth to come closer.

"Come Loveth!" Mrs. Eleanor whispered softly. Loveth approached her, getting closer. Loveth nervously responded, "Yes, ma'am."

"Did Patrick eat the dinner you sent to him? Did he enjoy the meal?" Mrs. Eleanor bombarded Loveth with a series of questions, causing her to gulp and avert her gaze as she shook her head in response, "No, mother. Master ignored me and walked back into one of the rooms."

Mrs. Eleanor furrowed her brow, deep in thought. Loveth sympathized with the elderly woman as she encountered her cold gaze. Mrs. Eleanor remained silent, fully aware of her son's stubbornness and cold demeanor, knowing he would refuse to eat his dinner. She strolled leisurely towards her chamber door. Loveth was taken aback by the sorrowful expression on Mrs. Eleanor's face, leaving her feeling uneasy and at a loss for words. She hurriedly approached the older lady. "Ma, should I...?"

"Yes, what is it?" Mrs. Eleanor halted and glared at Loveth with annoyance, attempting to avoid being too harsh. "Mom, Should I go and check on Master again to see if he has started eating his dinner?" Loveth ask the elderly woman.

"Okay," Mrs. Eleanor replied, and Loveth happily dashed back to the elevator. Loveth swiftly entered the elevator and ascended to the fourth floor, where Master Patrick's bedroom is located.

After finishing his bath, Patrick confidently stepped out of the bathroom, embracing his natural state. He stepped out of the bathroom without wrapping his white towel around his waist, as he prefers to go bare. After all, he is the only one who uses his room.

Patrick vividly recalled the appearance of his mother's new maid, Loveth Logan. He vigorously shook his head, dismissing any foolish new idea that had crossed his mind, while drying his damp body. Patrick is passionate about going to the gym, and his well-defined biceps and overall muscular physique are truly impressive. As he watches the videos of his fiancee, Willow Albert in the arms of his rival Tony Miles, his brows furrow.

Willow believes Patrick lacks sufficient information, but she still decided to join Tony Miles on a trip to New York City for some exciting adventures. Patrick's grip on his towel tightens, fueled by his deep love for Willow and his unwavering determination to marry her.

Tony, a 29-year-old CEO of Miles Corporation, constantly finds himself in competition with Patrick. His actions include closely observing the operations of Patrick's hotel, monitoring his private businesses, and even seeking to obtain personal information about his top sponsors through his own fiancee, Willow Albert.

Willow, a stunning 24-year-old brunette, possesses radiant melanin-rich skin. She boasts a slim figure and a simple yet alluring shape, accentuated by her petite, orange-like breasts. Patrick exhales with frustration as he recalls his upcoming business meeting with private sponsors at 10pm. His gaze fixed upon the magnificent wall clock, noting the time: 9:15pm sharp.

Patrick let out a sigh as he used his white towel to dry his short brown hair. As he roughed it, he tightly squeezed his brown hair with a long white towel in his hand. He wanted to prevent water from dripping onto his strong, exposed physique.

Patrick sighed as he approached the wide full-view wall mirror on the right side of his bedroom, examining his appearance. The bedroom is painted in off white, with a bright golden chandelier hanging above. The room bulb is switched on, while milk-colored curtains cover the windows.

Patrick couldn't tear his eyes away from his reflection in the mirror. His dark skin looked incredibly handsome. His face twisted into a frown as he witnessed Willow's betrayal, choosing to cheat on him with Tony, a yellow rod. Patrick examined the size of his member. Willow remained unsatisfied despite his massive size.

Shaking his head in annoyance, Patrick found himself surrounded by a crowd of ladies who wanted to be with him, gawking at him in his hotel. However, he chose to ignore them and instead spent his time with Willow.

Willow exudes a captivating allure with her stunning brown complexion. Patrick believed Willow was innocent, as she wore a deceitful expression of innocence on her face. After having a sexual encounter with Willow, it became clear that she was not inexperienced, but rather quite adventurous and passionate in bed.

Patrick is still enamored with Willow's wild nature and how she dominates him in the bedroom. He is far from being a saint, and his night and office romance with Willow was an absolute blast. Patrick even owns a Celebrity cover magazine that showcases and features past events hosted at his hotel. He gazes at his own reflection in the mirror, his handsome features staring back at him. He can't help but think about how Willow chose his rival, Tony Miles, over him.

Tony is also very large and stands taller. Tony is two years older than Patrick. The sound of the elevator opening reached Patrick's ears as it led into his sitting room door. He confidently believes that the new maid his mother introduced to him earlier had already left.

Patrick assumed that another maid had come up to pick up something she had forgotten. He confidently believes that the maid would not dare to approach his bedroom door. Patrick threw his white towel onto the executive blue chair in his bedroom. He approached his bed drawer and retrieved his body cream to apply it. He's tough, and he has previously pondered his passionate nights with Willow. His rod hardened, causing him to let out a small groan of pain. He spreads the cream on his palms and massages it into his dark, cool skin, determined to keep his mind off Willow...

Loveth entered the spacious sitting room that belonged to the younger master, whom the other maids referred to as Patrick. She scanned the wide sitting room, searching for Patrick but he was nowhere to be found.

'Master would still be in the room door that he had entered.' Loveth recalled his mother's advice to make sure he ate well, as he had a weak stomach. She strode confidently towards the bar top, deftly carrying the tray of food that was on the verge of cooling. With purpose, she made her way to his bedroom door.

Loveth entered the room with a tray of food in her hands. Since the door was unlocked and slightly ajar, she couldn't knock. Instead, she used her leg to push the bedroom door open and walked in.