CHAPTER 6

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

"Loveth!" Mrs. Eleanor called out to Loveth.

Loveth turned and met all their gazes, staring downward as nervousness gripped her and she recalled her illicit affair with the young master the previous night.

Patrick was not young, and Loveth wondered why the other servants kept calling him "young master," since they had worked in the Anderson mansion long before her—probably back when the handsome man had been younger.

"What would you like for breakfast, Patrick?" Mrs. Eleanor asked as she turned back to him.

"I'm fine, Mother. I have to go now," Patrick said as he leaned forward and kissed his mother on her left 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 asked. Patrick stiffened and shook his head, not wanting to sadden his mother further. He replied, "It was nice, Mother. Fine, let me join you for breakfast."

Loveth swallowed hard, realizing Patrick had lied to his mother—despite her being an elderly woman—and she gasped in shock as Mrs. Eleanor looked at her.

"Loveth, prepare my son's tea, and don't add too much milk to it. What would you like, Willow? Tea or coffee?" Mrs. Eleanor asked, looking at Willow's face.

Willow glanced at Patrick, who was pretending everything was fine between them for his mother's sake, and then at the new maid she noticed, who was also staring at her. She responded, "Anything, Mother. I'm okay with tea."

"Loveth, you heard our guest. Go—quick," Mrs. Eleanor said, dismissing Loveth.

"Yes, ma'am." Loveth quickly exited the dining room and returned to the kitchen, where she prepared the tea as instructed. She wondered why Mrs. Eleanor favored her for errands more than the other maids.

Loveth assumed it was because she was still new, compared to the rest.

She heaved a sigh and prepared the tea swiftly. Then she stepped back out, carrying the tray with both hands as she walked to the long dining table and approached the young master first.

Loveth could not recall Patrick's full name anymore, since his mother called him "son" while the other maids referred to him as "young master."

She felt nervous as she approached him and set the tray in front of him first. Her hands shook as she reached for his teacup to serve him before attending to their guest.

Loveth remembered seeing Patrick bare the previous night, and her hands trembled more as she inhaled his cologne.

Patrick stared at the beautiful maid fumbling before him. He did not want to believe he had slept with her the previous night. "Maybe it was all a misunderstanding, and he shouldn't ask her about it," he thought.

Patrick irritably lifted his teacup himself, since Loveth was wasting his time, and he noticed his mother frowning.

Willow wondered how the Andersons could employ such a beautiful maid. The maid's cute, round face and black, shining eyes irritated her.

She was also a billionaire's daughter, and her father ranked as high and mighty as the Andersons.

Willow did not like the maid, and it was obvious.

She watched the maid approach her with a faint smile on her face and noticed the maid sweating as she set out her own teacup and placed it on the dining table in front of her.

Loveth quickly sauntered to the double-door fridge, retrieved a loaf of bread, and returned to the dining table, handing it to Willow and surprising them all.

Willow stared irritably at Loveth's face. If she were not trying to win Patrick's heart and use his mother as her only opportunity, she would have slapped this beautiful maid right there.

The maid's pink uniform suited her body; her chest looked bigger, despite her youthful appearance. Her skin gleamed flawless and brighter than the sun, and Willow shook her head before looking away from her.

Loveth stared confusedly at Willow. She glanced at Mrs. Eleanor, who shook her head sadly, and then at the young master. They all frowned at her, making her wonder what she had done wrong.

Clutching the bread tighter, Loveth turned to return it to the fridge when she heard the guest complain. "No...!"

"What are you doing? Get a tray and put it out," Willow said through gritted teeth, clearly irritated. She shook her head, seeing Mrs. Eleanor already sipping her herbal tea—since she did not use bread.

Finished with her breakfast, Mrs. Eleanor set down her teacup and looked at Willow, dabbing the corners of her mouth with her serviette.

"Loveth is still new here—that's why," Mrs. Eleanor said with a smile as Loveth returned and arranged two slices of bread on a tray for the guest. She glanced at the handsome man with whom she had had an affair the previous night and blushed.

Patrick noticed Loveth's cheeks flush. He shook his head and looked away from her. She was beautiful, but he would not accept that he had been intimate with his servant—his mother's maid. "No way!" he thought coldly as she looked at him.

Loveth frowned and shuddered at Patrick's cold tone. She walked back to the fridge and returned the remaining bread before approaching his mother to clear her used teacup.

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

"Marriage?" echoed in Loveth's mind.

Just then, the teacup slipped from her hands and crashed to the ground, shattering into pieces as some shards flew and sliced her leg.

"Ah!" Loveth screamed as the sharp pieces cut her leg. When she stepped backward, she accidentally trod on another broken shard, making the sole of her foot bleed.

"Ah!" Loveth cried again. Patrick hastily stood up in a panic upon seeing her bleeding. He rushed to her as she limped away from the broken pieces.

"What has come over you? How can you be so daft and absent-minded as to injure yourself?" Patrick scolded Loveth. To everyone's shock—including Willow, who sat stunned, and his mother, whose jaw dropped—he scooped her up and carried her away in bridal style.

Patrick strode to the living room couch and gently set Loveth down to sit—something forbidden for any maid on their executive furniture. Mrs. Eleanor's eyes blinked repeatedly as she wondered if she were dreaming.

"Patrick!" Willow finally leaped up in anger from her dining seat as the rest of the maids rushed out to mop the bloodstains.

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

"Are you alright?" He turned back to Loveth's face, ignoring Willow.

Patrick knelt in front of Loveth and lifted her slender, smooth legs to examine the sole of her foot.

Thoughts flashed through Patrick's mind, and he recalled how he had parted a lady's legs the previous night and made love to her.

His grip on her foot tightened, and she gasped. "Ah!"

Patrick froze and looked at Loveth's pretty face in confusion.

The sound she made reminded him of the same cry—the same voice that had moaned when he had plunged into her core and slept with her.

"Is she okay, son?" Mrs. Eleanor asked, snapping Patrick out of his thoughts. He realized he was still holding Loveth's slender leg. He shifted backward, still squatting in front of her, examined the sole of her foot, and removed the broken shard she had stepped on.

"Ah, it hurts!" Loveth cried—and those were the exact words the lady had uttered when Patrick had first thrust deeper into her, breaking her core.

Patrick looked at Loveth's face but could not bring himself to apologize.

Just then, the family doctor arrived. Loveth's foot bled seriously, since she had foolishly stepped on a small, sharp piece.

Patrick retreated to the kitchen and washed his hands as the maids had already cleaned and mopped the tiled floor. When he stepped out, he found Willow standing in front of him.

"I'm sorry, baby—please forgive me. It's not what you think," Willow pleaded, seizing the opportunity to apologize to Patrick.

Patrick looked at Willow's face, seeing her dressed in a short red gown that ended above her knees and revealed her brown thighs. He shook his head.

"This is not the time to discuss this. Excuse me."

He brushed past her and returned to the living room, where he saw the doctor had already treated the deep cut and bandaged the maid's foot.

Patrick looked at Loveth's pained face.

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

"Welcome, doctor. Are you done with her?" he asked.

"Yes, but I'm afraid she won't be able to put weight on that foot for some time. I don't know if it will affect her job here, working for you all," he replied.