6: Carrying Loveth Up

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

"Loveth." She called Loveth back, and Loveth turned to meet all their gazes on her. Loveth immediately stared downwards, 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 would you like to have for breakfast, Patrick?" Mrs. Eleanor asked as she turned her gaze back to Patrick.

"I'm fine, mother, I have to go now." Patrick leaned forward and kissed his mother on the cheek. Mrs. Eleanor 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 to you last night? How was it?"

Mrs. Eleanor asked and 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, and she gasped in shock while Mrs. Eleanor stared at her. "Prepare his tea and don't add too much milk to the herb. What would you like, Willow? Tea or coffee?".

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

"Loveth, you heard her, go quickly."

"Yes, ma."

Loveth quickly exited the dining room and walked back into the kitchen. She prepared 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 her both hands as she walked to the long dining table and approached the young master first. She didn't know his 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 shook as she tried to carry his teacup out to serve him first before walking up to their guest. Loveth remembered seeing Patrick bare the previous night, and her hands shook even more as she inhaled his cologne and masculine scent.

Patrick stared at the beautiful maid fumbling before him. He didn't want to believe that he had actually been with her the previous night. Maybe it was all a misunderstanding by him and he shouldn't ask her about it either. He annoyingly carried out his teacup by himself as she was wasting his time, and he saw his mother frowned.

Willow wondered how the Andersons would employ such a beautiful maid. Her cute round face and black shining eyes irritated her. She was also a billionaire's daughter, and her father was high and mighty like the Andersons. She didn't like the maid, and it was obvious.

Willow watched the yellow maid approach her with a faint smile on her face, and she saw the maid sweating as she brought out her own teacup and placed it on the dining table in front of her.

Loveth quickly sauntered to the double-door fridge and brought out bread. She walked back to the dining table and handed it over to Willow, surprising them. Willow glared at Loveth irritably, as if she wasn't trying to win Patrick's heart over, and using his mother as her only opportunity, she would've slapped this stupid beautiful yellow maid in front of her.

Her uniform suited her, and her chest and full bosom looked bigger, despite the maid looking younger. Her skin looked flawless and brighter than the sun. Willow shook her head and stared away from Loveth.

Loveth stared confusedly at Willow and 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. Loveth clutched the bread tighter and turned to return it to the fridge, however she heard the guest complain. "No!"

"What are you doing? Get a tray and put it out." Willow spoke with gritted teeth, clearly irritated, and she shook her head, as Mrs. Eleanor was already sipping her tea and didn't use bread.

Though Mrs. Eleanor set down her teacup and looked at Willow as she picked up her serviette and dabbed the corners of her mouth. "She's still new here, that's why," Mrs. Eleanor smiled as Loveth returned and put out two slices of bread on a tray for the guest. Loveth then looked at the handsome man that she had an affair with the previous night and blushed.

Patrick saw Loveth's cheeks adorned with brighter red colors, and he shook his head and stared away from her. She was beautiful, but he couldn't accept that he had a thing with his servant, his mother's maid. "No way!" He replied to his subconscious coldly as he stared at her.

Loveth frowned and shuddered away as Patrick spoke to her coldly. She walked back to the fridge and returned the remaining bread, then walked to meet his mother and cleared her used teacup. "Son, when will the marriage date be fixed now that Willow is here? No more excuses."

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"Marriage?" Loveth's subconscious mind asked aloud and just then the teacup slipped from her hands and fell to the ground, breaking into pieces that 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, causing her foot to bleed.

"Ah!" she cried again as Patrick immediately stood up, panicked, and saw her bleeding. He rushed to her as she limped away from the broken piece.

"What has come over you? How can you be so daft and absent-minded to injure yourself!" Patrick scolded Loveth. He carried her away to the shock of Willow, his mother, who were sitting in the dining room. Their jaws dropped at the sight of him carrying the maid.

Patrick walked to the living room couch and gently sat Loveth down, even though it was forbidden for any maid to sit on their executive couch. Mrs. Eleanor's eyes blinked repeatedly as she wondered if she wasn't dreaming.

"Patrick!." Willow finally stood up in anger, away from her dining seat, as the rest of the maids rushed out to mop the blood stains. Patrick immediately dialed Jeff's number.

"Contact the family doctor at once!" He said.

"Are you alright?" Patrick asked Loveth, ignoring Willow. He bent down in front of Loveth, raised her slender smooth legs, and stared at her underfeet.

Thoughts flashed through Patrick's mind. He immediately remembered that he had opened a lady's legs the previous night and made love to her.

His hold on Loveth's foot tightened, and Loveth gasped "Ah!," making Patrick freeze. He stared at her pretty yellow face in confusion. The sound she made reminded him of the same sound, the same voice that gasped in pain as well when he had plunged into her cave and penetrated her walls the past night.

Patrick gulped.

"Is she okay, son?" Mrs. Eleanor finally asked Patrick, snapping him out of his thoughts. He realized he was still holding Loveth's slender legs. He shifted backward, still squatted in front of her, and removed the broken cup piece from her underfoot that she had stepped on.

"Ah, it hurts!" Loveth cried, the same exact words the lady had said to him when he first plunged deeper into her, breaking down her defenses.

Patrick looked at Loveth's face in disbelief, unable to believe that she was one. Just then, their family doctor arrived, and her foot was seriously bleeding from stepping on a small, sharp piece foolishly.

Patrick walked away to the kitchen to wash his hands after 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. She wanted to use the opportunity to apologize to Patrick. He stared at her in her short, red seductive gown that was above her knees, 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 back to the living room and saw the doctor had already attended to the cut and bandaged the maid's foot. He looked at her face, full of pain.

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

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

"Yes, I'm, but I'm afraid she won't be able to step on her foot for a while. I don't know if it will affect her job here, working for you people," Dr. Timothy Suleiman said.