2: Meeting with Loveth

Patrick turned and stared at the entrance door, which swung open to reveal the pretty yellow maid who stepped in. He felt sluggish, as if weightless, as he gazed at her pretty yellow face.

He felt drawn to walk up to her and grab her as she entered his sitting room with her cute, round, chubby face meeting his cold gaze. She carried a tray of his evening meal, and he figured his mother had sent her to deliver his dinner to him. He clutched tighter to the third wine bottle he was gulping, removed it slowly from his sinful lips, and dropped it on the bar top.

As she stopped in front of him and flashed him the most beautiful smile he had ever seen, she asked, "Sorry to bother you, Sir, but Mother said I should deliver this meal to you. Where can I keep it?" Patrick stood up sluggishly to meet her, and as he staggered towards her and sniffed her like a dog, while she froze at his sudden behavior.

Loveth had never seen a handsome guy like Patrick before. She had actually refused at first when her mother spoke to her about moving into the Andersons' home to serve elderly Mrs. Eleanor Anderson. It took much pleading from her mother and two younger sisters, Janet and Juliet, before she finally accepted and moved into the mansion.

Seeing the handsome man dressed in a red expensive, shiny shirt and plain black trousers approaching her, Loveth felt her blood pressure rising, and her hold on the tray tightened when he sniffed her like a dog. "Does she smell bad?" she wondered as her smile faded.

Patrick ignored her, sauntered to his inner chambers, and Loveth stood speechless, not knowing what to do.

Mrs. Eleanor Anderson had told her that her son had a weak stomach from birth, and she should ensure that he ate well. Gripping the tray containing a plate of jollof rice, fried turkey laps, and some freshly cooked pepper soup with scented leaves tightly, Loveth hesitated on where to place the tray.

Standing there for a while and not seeing the young master of the house stepping out from the room he entered, since she was not responsible for tidying up his rooms, Loveth breathed heavily and looked around the wide sitting room. From the purple-colored couches to his shelves containing books, she felt drawn to check out, even though she couldn't read properly, to the white walls of the living room - painted in white, just like every corner of the four-story mansion.

Loveth sighed, walked to the bar to drop his dinner, and hesitated on what to do next. She thought of approaching the door he entered but shook her head and walked back to the elevator to go downstairs.

Loveth saw elderly Mrs. Eleanor Anderson retiring to her rooms downstairs. Mrs. Eleanor smiled and waved her closer, questioning if her son had eaten the meal she sent to him. Loveth shook her head, indicating that he did not respond and went back into a room.

Mrs. Eleanor did not say anything more, knowing her son's stubborn and cold nature. She continued to her chambers, while Loveth felt sorry for her. Mrs. Eleanor's sad look made her ask if she should check on him again - Mrs. Eleanor nodded, and Loveth immediately rushed back to the elevator and went to Master Patrick Anderson's chambers on the fourth floor.

Patrick Anderson had just stepped out of his bathroom, not bothering to wrap a towel around his waist since he was alone in his room. Remembering his mother's new maid, he dried his body and thought of his girlfriend, Willow Albert, in the arms of his rival, Tony Miles.

Patrick's brows furrowed as he tightened his grip on the towel, frustrated with Willow's actions. She thought he was stupid and went to New York City with Tony for fun and more.

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Patrick's hold on his towel tightened as Tony knew he loved Willow so much and intended to marry her. Tony, a 29-year-old CEO of Miles Corporation, was always in competition with him, copying everything his hotel did, monitoring his private businesses, and even trying to extract personal information about his top sponsors through his girlfriend, Willow.

Willow, a 24-year-old hot brunette beauty with radiant skin, had a slim figure with a simple and sexy shape. She had small breasts like oranges. Patrick breathed out in anger, remembering he had a business meeting with some private sponsors at 10 pm. Glancing at the magnificent wall clock in his room, Patrick saw that it was 9:15 pm sharp.

He sighed and roughed his short brown hair dry with his towel to prevent water from dripping onto his bare masculine body. Walking to the full-view wall mirror painted in white with a golden chandelier hanging from the ceiling, he looked at his reflection. Despite his handsome appearance and charisma, Willow chose to cheat on him with Tony.

Looking at his reflection and thinking about how many ladies were attracted to him, Patrick shook his head in irritation. Although Willow turned out not to be the innocent girl he thought she was, he still loved her fiery passion in bed. Their night-time office romances were incredibly enjoyable.

As Patrick continued to gaze at his reflection, he thought about how Willow left him for his rival, Tony Miles. Hearing the sound of the elevator opening in his chamber, Patrick assumed it was one of his mother's maids.

Throwing his towel on the executive chair, he approached the drawer near the mirror to get his cream to moisturize his body. Remembering his passionate nights with Willow, he felt a stirring in his loins.

Loveth, one of the maids, entered the living room of the younger master's house. Not finding him there, she knew he must be in his room. Remembering that he had a weak stomach, she grabbed his tray of food that was cooling and made her way to his room.

Since her hands were full, she used her foot to push the room door open.