Chapter 6. Carrying Loveth

"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!" Mrs. Eleanor called Loveth back, and Loveth turned and met all their gazes on her.

Loveth hastily stared downwards, 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, as they had been working in the Anderson mansion long before her, and probably when the handsome man was younger.

"What will you like to have for breakfast, my son?" 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, son? Come sit with me first and have your breakfast. It's not like you will 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 and shook his head, not wanting to make his mother sadder.

He replied, "It was nice, Mother. Fine, let me join you for breakfast."

Loveth swallowed, seeing that Patrick actually lied to his mother, despite his mother being an elderly woman, and 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 will you like to take, Willow, tea or coffee?"

Mrs. Eleanor gazed at 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 quick," Mrs. Eleanor said.

"Yes, ma." Loveth quickly exited the dining room and walked back into the kitchen and prepared the tea like she was told.

She wondered why Mrs. Eleanor liked sending her mostly on errands more than the other maids, and she assumed maybe it was because she was still new compared to the rest.

Loveth heaved a sigh and prepared the tea quickly, and she stepped out back, 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 again, as his mother called him 'son,' while the other maids called him 'younger master.'

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

Loveth remembered seeing Patrick nàked 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 actually slept with her the previous night; maybe it was all a misunderstanding by him, and he shouldn't ask her about it either.

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

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

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

Willow watched Loveth approach her with a faint smile on her face, and 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 and brought out a bread and walked back to the dining table and handed it over to Willow, surprising them.

Willow stared at Loveth irritably. If she wasn't trying to win Patrick's heart over and using his mother as her only opportunity, she would've slapped this stupid, beautiful fair-skinned maid in front of her.

Then maid's uniform suited her body; her chest and bosom looked bigger, despite the maid looking younger.

Loveth's skin looked so flawless and brighter than the sun, and Willow shook her head and stared away from Loveth.

Loveth stared confusedly at Willow, and she stared at Mrs. Eleanor, who shook her head sadly, and also at the young master, and they all frowned at her, making her wonder what she did wrong.

Loveth clutched the bread tighter and turned to return it back to the fridge, and she heard the guest complain. "No..!"

"What are you doing? Get a tray and put it out." Willow spoke with gritted teeth, clearly irritated, and she shook her head, seeing Mrs. Eleanor already sipping her tea as she didn't use bread.

Then Mrs. Eleanor kept down her teacup and stared at Willow, as she picked up her serviette and dabbed the corners of her mouth.

"Loveth is still new here, that's why she didn't know how to serve the tea." Mrs. Eleanor smiled as Loveth returned and put two slices of bread into a tray for the guest, and she stared at the handsome man that she had an affair with the previous night and blushed.

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

She was beautiful, but he wouldn't accept he had a thing with his servant, his mother's maid. "No way!" He replied in his subconsciousness coldly as she stared at him.

Loveth frowned and shuddered as he spoke to her coldly, and she walked back to the fridge and returned the remaining bread after serving him two slices, while she walked to meet his mother and cleared her used teacup.

"My son, when will the marriage date be fixed now that Willow is here, no more excuses?" Mrs. Eleanor demanded.

"Marriage?" Loveth's subconscious mind asked out, and just then, the teacup slipped from her hands and fell to the ground, broken into pieces as some fled and cut her leg.

"Ah!" Loveth screamed as the sharp pieces cut her leg. And as she stepped backward, she stepped on another broken piece, making her underfoot bleed.

"Ah! Aha!" Loveth cried again, and Patrick immediately stood up from his chair, as he panicked and saw Loveth's foot bleeding.

He rushed up to her as she limped away from the broken piece.

"What has come over you? How can you be so daft and absent-minded to injure yourself!" Patrick scolded Loveth, and he carried her up in his arms and away from the broken cup on the floor, to the shock of Willow sitting and also his mother, whose jaw dropped, seeing her son carrying their maid.

Patrick walked to the living room couch and kept Loveth down gently to sit down, and it was forbidden for any maid to sit on their executive couch.

Mrs. Eleanor's eyes blinked repeatedly as she wondered if she wasn't dreaming.

"Patrick!" Willow stood up in anger away from her dining seat, as the rest of the maids rushed out to mop the blood stains.

Patrick immediately dialed Jeff's number. "Contact the family doctor at once!"

"Are you alright?" Patrick stared back at Loveth, ignoring Willow, and he bent in front of Loveth and raised her slender, smooth legs 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 Patrick freeze, and he stared at her face in confusion.

The sound that Loveth made reminded him of the same sound, the same voice that moaned in pain when he had plunged into her cave and penetrated her walls the previous night.

"Is she okay, my son?" Mrs. Eleanor asked, making Patrick snap out of his thought, and he realized he was still holding Loveth's legs.

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

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

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

Patrick walked away and walked to the kitchen to wash his hands as the maids had cleaned and 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, and wanted to use the opportunity to apologize to Patrick, and he stared at her in her short red gown that was above her knees and revealing her black thighs to him.

Patrick shook his head and replied, "This is not the time to discuss this. Excuse me."

He walked passed Willow and walked back to the living room, and he saw the doctor had already attended to the cut and bandaged the maid's foot.

Patrick stared at Loveth's face that was in pains, and the doctor greeted him, "Good morning, Master Patrick," Doctor Timothy Suleiman greeted.

Patrick nodded. "Welcome, doctor. Are you through with her?"

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