Oh Be Patient My Lady Novels & Stories

I responded calmly, ignoring the sad look on his face. He sighs exasperatedly, "But this would look so good on you babe, it's so beautiful, I... "I know it's beautiful, goddammit! I love and adore it, it's so soft and silky, and it's definitely my favored color. But I can't put on some cloth that you bought for someone else. I can't take something that belongs to another Lady." I spit the word, 'lady,' with a scornful look on my face.

Instead, I let out a soft welcoming smile. "Your son?" The older lady was wearing a confused look. "You mean Hardie?" "Of course, who else worth the precious position of being a son of mine?" I replied slowly but in a soft and welcoming tone. "Oh...!" The older lady mouthed. "Can I seat?" I asked as I gestured at the spare seat few feet away from her. "Oh, sorry. Of course you can." She nodded curtly and turn her gaze on the Lady lying on the bed, she is fully awake now and she is wearing a questioning expression.

I say, turning to leave the room. I wish there is something I can do to help the slave seated on the floor, but I can't start a fight now. Not before I find my family and make sure they are safe. "One more thing." I hear the Lady speak. I halt and turn to face her again. She takes slow steps towards me. "You're a very attractive Lady. I am sure men are always falling in love with you." She compliments, staring at me again and still walking forward. "Thank you." I simply say with a shrug. The woman is so strange!

She fluttered her eyes open meeting with the pair of mine. "You look lovely," I remarked. "Not with my hair, which resembles a bird's nest." She wrinkled her nose. "That's how I like it." I said before calling on the maid, Let me request that our breakfast be served here?." I said before she excuse herself out of bed and went to the toilet. Damn, she's making me lose control, and resisting her every time is becoming difficult. But I know I have to keep my legs crossed because Cynthia isn't ready and I want to respect her feelings and also wait for her to be ready.

It wasn't Chelsea's first time unlike Lilian , she could understand the underlying meaning of Lydia's sentences. " My , My Second Lady Kaisen- you are quite an elegant lady . Honestly , I never believed when my mother told me that you were the ultimate embodiment of a perfect lady . However ; seeing you up close I realized that my mother wasn't just praising your abilities to high heaven - you're indeed the perfect lady despite your humble bearing " [ *You're nothing but a dirty rotten mutt , don't be so proud over yourself just because you have the name Kaisen behind you ]

Does she expect him to come by his will? "Argh! This mind is annoying!" The Lady whines as she couldn't keep the weight of their meeting stares, so she shifts away from him. "What is has been bothering you, Lady Paisley? Do you a headache?" The man seems to be concerned to her while it triggers more steam in her blood. "Headache? Headache, my ass!" In his vision, it seems like the Lady is hurt because she keeps patting her forehead. Teasingly, the man spouts, "you're going to be your mate's death."

Another lady retorted, rushing to the pompous seat Lady's rescue. "Was I talking to you?" I shot back, slanting my gaze back to pompous seat Lady, a smirk playing on my lips. "Or do you feel Mrs... "Thompson!" Pompous seat Lady provided with a glare but I waved her off, "Whatever your name is, your minion doesn't believe you can afford to make a donation here today, and that's why you're talking down on persons like me that can simply afford to. Is that true?" I asked with a innocent smile, batting my eyelashes as I watched her fume in her seat.

Jack didn't miss a chance to gush over Tabitha. "My son is right. His Luna Queen is extremely competent," Lady Paula, who never liked me, even when I would sit at her feet and clean her shoes, was speaking so nicely about my sister, who I knew for a fact wouldn't even give her a glass of water. Is that what life is? Why the heck did I waste my time pleasing these people who were never satisfied? "No, what are you doing there standing with that tray? Put it down and help her up," Lady Jane yelled at Ginny, who quickly put her tray down and came my way, making sure she didn't slip and hurt herself.

And not to mention that the lady really took care of her personally. She didn't want to think any negativity towards the lady now that she realized the sincerity of her actions. "Piah, here's your medicine for today." The lady suddenly entered on her room with a tray. Piah immediately rose up from lying on her bed when she saw her. The way the lady's gentle voice echoed in the silent room was very heartwarming to Piah. Without her realizing, she had the lady pulled into a tight hug by her waist. Her heart was beating faster, overwhelmed with joy and relief.

My! I make my way out onto the floor as I was directed to, and I approach the lady whose face is plastered with excessive pond paint. She looks somewhat disconcerting to me. Protracted eyelashes and dense lipstick, not to mention the lengthy adhesive fangs in the name of nails. Goodness! "Yes. What can I do for you?" The presumptuous bitch does even spare me a glance. Her face is snappily angled at the computer. "I'm here for Mr Damian Almenda. I have an appointment with him." I boringly state my point.