CHAPTER 5

Patrick woke up the following morning with a headache. He sat up in bed and stared around, trying to remember the dream he had the previous night.

"FỤCK!" he cursed out.

"What happened here?" he asked again. Just then, he heard a knock on his chamber door, pulling him out of his reverie. As he stared at the door, it flung open, and Jeff Hudson stepped in.

"Good morning, boss," Jeff greeted Patrick. He stared at Patrick in surprise, seeing the young man still sitting on his bed and clutching his head, using his right palm to support his aching skull.

Patrick wanted to slide out of his bed, but he realized he was stark nàked.

Jeff immediately stared away from Patrick, even though he was older than Patrick. Patrick was still his boss.

"Get out!" Patrick commanded.

Jeff immediately responded, "Yes, boss!" and exited the room, wondering what was wrong with his boss.

Jeff went out to receive the company's call from some private clients, who were inquiring why the young Anderson had missed the business meeting with their members the previous night.

Meanwhile, Patrick slid out from his bed, trying to imagine the dream he had the previous night. He remembered a beautiful, fair woman in his arms, and they were both making love, but he couldn't remember her face.

"But her eyes..." Patrick said as he frowned and stared back at his bed. Wanting to pull the bedspread away, he saw the red stain.

"Oh my! What happened here?" Patrick exclaimed.

Jeff, who was still standing behind the door after previously excusing the young master, immediately darted back into the room, ending the call. He stared at his boss in shock, seeing him fully nàked and the red stain on the bed.

Jeff got confused as he stared at Patrick in shock.

"Get out and give me some privacy," Patrick spoke.

"I'm sorry, boss. I heard you scream." Jeff swallowed and exited the room, not really understanding his annoying boss.

Since Patrick had graduated from the University and resumed his office position as the CEO managing all his father's secret businesses and public affairs, Patrick had become bitter.

Jeff wondered why the young billionaire would feel like that when his parents had left a billion-dollar fortune for him.

Jeff shook his head as he exited his boss's sitting room. He walked into the elevator and went down to the ground floor, then exited the building to wait at the garage. The time was past 8 a.m. on a bright Wednesday morning.

"Wasn't it a dream?" Patrick asked himself as he flung his bedspread away, irritated at seeing the dried, deep red stain on his white bedspread.

Patrick walked to his large, exquisite bathroom to shower, believing he might have injured himself and bled the previous night.

He switched on the shower tap and quickly took his bath, noticing he was already late.

Patrick was the boss of Anderson's group, so he wasn't afraid of anything. He owned the mega Anderson hotel and suites, along with other fashion and blog magazines. He also controlled his father's oil business and sponsored a lot of personal ventures.

Patrick bathed quickly and stepped out of his bathroom. As he walked back to his room, he stared at the bedspread he had thrown to the tiled floor again and avoided it, trying not to think deeply about the possibility of the stain.

Patrick walked to his wardrobe and brought out a blue suit with a white undershirt. He dressed up quickly, putting on his black shorts and singlet first, then holding his blue trousers and slipping them on.

Just then, Patrick heard a subtle knock on his chamber door. He knew it was his mother's maids, who had arrived to clean up his room since he had woken up late instead of his usual 7 a.m.

Patrick walked to his large wall mirror, hanging brightly on his right side, and stared at his handsome reflection.

Just then, an image flashed in his mind, and his heart panicked.

"What was that?" Patrick asked himself as he shook his head, remembering someone had bumped into his chamber the previous night when he was nàked and staring at his wall mirror too.

His eyes narrowed at the remembrance, and he walked back to his room door, angrily flinging it open to see who the intruder was again. He still believed all that had happened the previous night was only a dream.

Patrick opened his room door wider in anger and saw two slim maids, who were dark in complexion and dressed in their pink maid gowns, standing in view. His anger boiled.

"What do you want here? Can't you wait for me to leave first before you bump into my room? Get out!" Patrick slammed his door hard on them and walked back to his reading table. He saw the tray of food covered there, and his brows furrowed.

"Obviously it wasn't a dream," Patrick said, as he frowned and placed his hands on his waist, trying to remember who had brought the meal the previous night.

"That new maid. My goodness!" Patrick exclaimed and walked back to his bed. He threw the bedspread to the floor, then picked it up and sniffed it again, touching the stains.

Patrick's fist tightened as he realized it was no dream.

He threw the bedspread on the ground and walked to his study table, opening the plate of food.

"She had brought it last night, and she dared to peep on me, but how come?"

Patrick shook his head in denial and grabbed his briefcase. He held his blue suit jacket in his right arm as he walked out of his chamber.

Patrick stared at the two maids waiting for him to be through, and obviously it wasn't any of them, as they had flat chests.

He stared away from them and walked toward the elevator, going to the first floor.

Patrick walked out of the elevator and walked into the first floor, where his mother was already seated in the dining room, smiling at him. Someone sat across from her, and he heard her discussing with the person.

Patrick set his briefcase down on a nearby couch and put on his suit first to look work-smart. Just as he grabbed his briefcase again and looked up, he saw Willow smiling at him; she was the one sitting with his mother.

"He's here already, ma," Willow said as she winked at Patrick.

Patrick's eyes narrowed at Willow as he clicked his black shoes on the tiled floor and walked slowly to meet his mother at the dining table.

"Good morning, Mother," Patrick greeted, as he approached his mother and gave her a warm hug. His mother pulled away from him and smiled.

"My son, your baby is here, and I'm so happy to see her," his mother said, as she smiled at him, but he kept an expressionless face.

Patrick was trying to figure out why Willow had appeared all of a sudden in his family's home.

Patrick knew his mother was aware of how much he loved Willow, and he had never told her about their breakup.

"Patrick, what's wrong? Didn't you eat your dinner last night?" Lady Eleanor asked.

Patrick's eyes darkened as he heard his mother's question. Just then, he saw the familiar-looking maid step out from the kitchen, holding another tray.

She looked like sunshine in her pink maid uniform—a simple dress with a white apron tied in front.

Loveth was previously in the kitchen preparing her madam's tea with the senior maid named Aria Jameson.

Aria had been working in the Anderson's home for 10 years and was 28 years old now.

Loveth prepared the tea and carried it out to serve her madam the herbal tea in a teacup. She hadn't expected her madam's son to be out and standing beside his mother in the long dining room.

Loveth's hold on the tray tightened, as that was the last medicinal tea left, and she didn't want to lose her grip on it.

She walked slowly to the dining table and felt all eyes on her.

Willow stared at Patrick and saw him staring at the maid.

Willow was shocked to see a beautiful young lady like her in the mansion.

The maid approached the dining table and greeted them. "Good morning, ma. Good morning." She blushed nervously, and Willow shifted her gaze away to stare at Patrick.

Patrick still had his expressionless face on, and Willow knew he was angry with her. She hadn't thought Tony would record her escapades with him and send it to Patrick.

Willow had wanted to bang Tony truly after he sent an image of his rod to her WhâtsApp chat. But she still loved Patrick very much.

Willow hadn't thought her secret affair and the reason for her traveling without informing Patrick would leak. She knew he loved her very much, but Tony had made it seem like she had purposely dumped Patrick and chosen him over Patrick.