Semua Bab The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper : Bab 41 - Bab 50

There was a quiet talk coming from Ray's room that I couldn't help but hear. Ray is chatting animatedly with Patricia, her dedicated nanny. Over a short period of time, Ray has gotten attached to Patricia, and honestly, I have as well; it’s hard not to. I lean closer, curiosity piqued by their secretive tone. Ray begs Patricia not to leave, and out of the blue, she mentions that Patricia should marry me and tell Patricia about my feelings for her. I nearly choked right there and then. Have my feelings for Patricia been that obvious? She goes on to mention a Prince Charming stare. What is that, and have I been making my stares at Patricia obvious? My pulse quickens as I wonder how Patricia will react to the news. Of course, she brings up her boyfriend, which, to be honest, makes me a little envious. I wish Patricia would open her eyes and realise what she is missing out on. I could offer her so much more love than he ever could.

I have had the most amazing time over the last several days. Ray and Mr. Jordan have been a pleasure to spend every day with, but I've also been missing Bryan and mother. Ever since I told Bryan I would be travelling with Ray and her dad, he and I haven't been communicating as much. He's not too happy about it.I have to call him today so we can talk it out because he has been unresponsive, not even paying attention to the pictures or videos I send him. I update him as much as I can and be as conservative with the details of our location and other private information, but with Bryan, I barely know what’s going on with him.Bryan's phone rings, and he picks up the fourth ring.“Hey baby,” I greet excitedly."Hey Patricia, what’s up?” He asks as if my call is interrupting him."I just wanted to greet my muchin pumpkin; I haven’t heard from you in a while. How are you?"Since the restaurant, he has not given me a call. Generally speaking, he doesn't call very often; I call most of the ti

I walk down to the beach to clear my head after what just happened, I feel so embarrassed after the conversation I just had with Mr Jordan I really hope this doesn’t ruin our friendship. As I lounge on the sun-kissed beach, the gentle waves lapping at my feet, I couldn't help but replay the conversation that led to this estrangement. It had been a careless, impulsive moment, driven by the persistent doubts that my toxic boyfriend Bryan, had planted in my mind. I cover my face in shame. What is Mr Jordan going to think of me now? Bryan has always been possessive and controlling, feeding my insecurities and jealousy with his toxic manipulations. He can’t stand the fact that I have a good paying job and a nice boss like Mr. Jordan . Instead, he sees deceit in every gesture of kindness, including the gifts and opportunities that Mr. Jordan has generously offered me. I really hope Mr Jordan is not regretting all the things he has done for me so far and I doubt if he will ever want to d

It has been absolutely nothing short of incredible these past few weeks in Seychelles. Walking through verdant forests and visiting beaches has been a few of the many adventures of our days. We couldn't help but think back on the amazing times we had as we got ready to leave this paradise. forests and visiting beaches had been among the many adventures of our days."Remember that snorkelling trip to Anse Lazio, Patricia?" Jordan muses, a wistful smile on his face. "Ray was so excited to see all those colourful fishes."Ray's eyes lit up with excitement as she recalled the underwater wonders she witnessed. "And the giant tortoises on Curieuse Island! They were like ancient dinosaurs, Dad!"I chuckle at the memory. "Yes, Ray, they were quite a sight. And Jordan, remember when we tried the local Creole cuisine? The flavours were incredible.”“And how you wouldn’t try the Octopus?" Ray and Jordan chorus, and I laugh. I was willing to try everything else aside from that.“I loved everythin

The bustling city of Shanghai, with its towering skyscrapers, has me firmly positioned for a business meeting. The grandeur of China's financial capital, however, seems a world away from the concerns that now consume my thoughts.We finally concluded our meeting after what felt like forever. I check my watch and realise it's 8 a.m., which simply means it's 9 p.m. of the previous day over there. Time to call Patricia. We are 12 hours ahead of them, so I'm sure she's done for the day. We have been keeping in touch regularly, sharing updates about our respective days even when we are miles apart.I dial Patricia's number, eager to hear her voice and tell her about my progress here in China, but to my surprise and growing unease, the call keeps going straight to voicemail. I redial it again, and once more, it is met with the impersonal voice recording.Panic begins to gnaw at me as I call her several more times. Each attempt met with the same result and was eventually switched off. It is