Chapter 6 - Scolded her

"My son, won't you have your breakfast first before leaving to work?" Mrs. Eleanor asked as she stared at her only son and met his eyes focused on Loveth, making her smile.

"Loveth!" she called Loveth back.

Loveth turned and met all their gazes on her. She quickly stared downward, 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 dark man was younger.

"What will you like to have for breakfast, son?" Mrs. Eleanor asked as she stared back at Patrick again.

"I'm fine, mother. I have to go now." Patrick leaned forward and kissed his mother on her cheeks. But she frowned.

"Why, son? Come sit with me first and have your breakfast. It's not like you will be fired. Did you still 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 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. 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?"

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."

"Yes, ma."

Loveth quickly exited the dining room and walked back into the kitchen to prepare the tea as 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. 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, as his mother called him "son," while the other maids called him "young master." She felt nervous as she approached him and placed the tray in front of him first. Her hands trembled as she tried to carry his teacup out to serve him first, before walking up to their guest. Loveth remembered seeing Patrick naked the previous night, and her hands shook the more as she inhaled his cologne.

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

Patrick annoyingly carried out his tea cup by himself, as Loveth 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 shining black eyes irritated her. She was also a billionaire's daughter, and her father was high and mighty as the Andersons. Willow didn't like the new maid, and it was obvious. She watched the maid approach her with a faint smile on her face, and she saw the maid sweating as she brought out her own tea cup and placed it on the dining table in front of her.

Loveth quickly sauntered to the double-door fridge and brought out a bread. She walked back to the dining table and handed it over to Willow, surprising them. Willow stared at Loveth's hand irritably. If she wasn't trying to win Patrick's heart over and using his mother as her only opportunity, she would have slapped the beautiful maid in front of her. Her uniform suited her. Her chest looked bigger, despite the maid looking younger. Her skin looked so flawless and brighter than the sun. Willow shook her head and stared away from Loveth.

Meanwhile, Loveth stared confusedly at Willow, then at Mrs. Eleanor, who shook her head sadly, and also at the young master. They all frowned at her, making her wonder what she did wrong. She clutched the bread tighter and turned to return it back to the fridge, but she heard the guest complain.

"No...! What are you doing? Get a tray and put it out." Willow spoke with gritted teeth, clearly irritated. She shook her head, seeing Mrs. Eleanor already sipping her tea, as she didn't use bread. Through, Mrs. Eleanor put down her tea cup on the dining table and stared at Willow. She picked up her serviette and dabbed the corners of her mouth.

"Loveth is still new here, that's why." Mrs. Eleanor smiled as Loveth returned and put out two slices of bread into a tray for the guest. Loveth 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. She was beautiful, but he wouldn't accept that he had a thing with his servant, his mother's maid. "No way!" he replied to his subconsciousness coldly as she stared at him.

Loveth frowned and shuddered as Patrick spoke to her coldly. She walked back to the fridge and returned the remaining bread, while she walked to meet his mother and cleared her used tea cup.

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

"Marriage?" Loveth's subconscious mind asked out. Just then, the tea cup slipped from her hands and fell to the ground, broken into pieces. Some flew and cut her leg.

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

"Ah!" Loveth cried again. Patrick swiftly stood up, panicked, and saw Loveth's foot bleeding. He rushed up to her as she limped away from the broken pieces.

"What has come over you? How can you be so daft and absent-minded to injure yourself!" Patrick scolded Loveth. He carried her up and away from the shards, 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 white couch and kept Loveth down gently to sit. It was even forbidden for any maid to sit on their couch. Mrs. Eleanor's eyes blinked repeatedly as she wondered if she wasn't dreaming.

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

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

"Yes, Boss," Jeff replied, and the call ended.

"Are you alright?" Patrick stared back at Loveth's face, ignoring Willow. He bent in front of Loveth and raised her slender smooth left leg 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. His hold on her foot tightened, and she gasped, "Ah!" Making Patrick freeze. He stared at her pretty face in confusion.

The sound that Loveth made reminded Patrick of the same sound, the same voice that gasped in pain as well when he had plunged into her pûssy and penetrated her walls.

"Is she okay, son?" Mrs. Eleanor asked, making Patrick snap out of his thought. He realized he was still holding Loveth's slender, long, and beautiful legs. He shifted backward, still squatted in front of her, and he stared at her underfoot and removed the broken cup piece that she had stepped on.

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

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

Patrick walked away to the kitchen to wash his hands, as the maids had cleaned and mopped the tiled floor. As he stepped out, he 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. He stared at her figure in her short red gown that was above her knees and revealing her black thighs to him, and he shook his head.

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

Patrick walked past Willow and walked back to the living room. He saw the doctor had already attended to the cut and bandaged the maid's foot, and he stared at her face that was in pain.

"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."