The Unfilial Boss Woman

Chapter 2

Patrick turned and stared at the entrance door as it swung open. A pretty maid in a pink uniform stepped in, and for a moment, he felt sluggish, as though weightless, staring at her radiant face.

He felt an inexplicable pull to walk up to her and seize her attention as she entered his sitting room. Her cute, round, chubby face met his cold gaze. She carried a tray with his evening meal, and it was clear his mother had sent her to deliver his dinner.

Clutching tightly to the third bottle of wine he’d been drinking, Patrick slowly removed the bottle from his sinful lips. The maid stopped in front of him and flashed a smile—the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen.

"Sorry to bother you, sir, but your mother asked me to deliver this meal to you. Where should I place it?" she asked politely.

Patrick put the wine bottle down on the bar top and stood up sluggishly to meet her. Her shiny black eyes immediately darted away from him, focusing instead on the tray in her hands. As he staggered closer, he sniffed her, almost like a dog, and she froze, startled by his sudden behavior.

Loveth had never seen a man as handsome as Patrick before. Initially, she had refused when her mother suggested she move into the Anderson mansion to work for Mrs. Eleanor Anderson. But after much pleading from her mother and her younger sisters, Janet and Juliet, she reluctantly agreed and moved into the grand house.

Now, seeing the young master dressed in an expensive, shiny red shirt and plain black trousers approach her, Loveth felt her blood pressure rise. Her grip on the tray tightened as he sniffed her.

*Does he think I smell bad?* she wondered, her smile fading immediately.

Patrick ignored her and sauntered into his inner chambers, leaving Loveth standing there, speechless and unsure of what to do.

Mrs. Eleanor Anderson had mentioned that her son had a weak stomach from birth and needed to be well-fed. She had also explained that he was born when she was much older, which made her overly protective of him.

Loveth’s grip on the tray, which held a plate of jollof rice, fried turkey legs, and freshly cooked pepper soup garnished with scented leaves, tightened as she hesitated, unsure where to set the meal.

After standing there for a while and not seeing Patrick return from the room he’d entered, she sighed heavily. She looked around his spacious sitting room. The seven purple couches, arranged in different spots, caught her eye, as did the tall shelves filled with books. Loveth felt drawn to the books, even though she couldn’t read very well.

She noticed the white-painted walls and smiled faintly, realizing how much the Anderson family loved the color white. Every corner of the four-story mansion, including its exterior, was painted in shades of white.

Finally, Loveth decided to place the tray on the bar. She hesitated briefly, considering knocking on the door Patrick had entered, but shook her head and stepped back. She walked toward the elevator and returned to the ground floor.

When she arrived, she saw Mrs. Eleanor Anderson retiring to her chambers. Mr. Dylan Anderson was away for medical treatment, as Loveth had overheard earlier. Mrs. Eleanor smiled faintly and waved for Loveth to come closer.

"Come," she whispered softly.

"Yes, ma’am?" Loveth replied, hurrying toward her.

"Did he eat the dinner you brought him? Did Patrick like it?" Mrs. Eleanor asked, her questions coming one after the other.

Loveth swallowed nervously and shook her head, staring down at the floor.

"No, ma’am. Master didn’t respond to me. He just left and went into one of the rooms."

Mrs. Eleanor frowned but said nothing more. Loveth could see the sadness in her eyes and felt guilty for not being able to help.

"Ma’am, should I...?" Loveth began hesitantly, but Mrs. Eleanor stopped and turned to her.

"What is it?" the older woman asked, her tone soft but weary.

"Should I go check on Master again to see if he’s eaten the dinner?"

Mrs. Eleanor nodded curtly, and Loveth, eager to please, darted back to the elevator and returned to the fourth floor.

Meanwhile, Patrick had just stepped out of his bathroom. He didn’t bother wrapping a towel around his waist, as he preferred walking around his room completely unclothed.

As he dried his toned, muscular body, Patrick thought of the new maid. He shook his head in rejection of the memory, focusing instead on the anger bubbling inside him.

He recalled the videos of his ex-girlfriend, Willow Albert, in the arms of his rival, Tony Miles. His brows furrowed deeply.

Willow had thought he was a fool, but Patrick had always known she was cheating. She had agreed to travel to New York City with Tony for what was supposed to be a “business trip,” but it was clear they were there for pleasure.

Gripping his towel tightly, Patrick seethed with anger. Tony Miles was a 29-year-old CEO of Miles Corporation, always competing with him. Whether it was copying his business ventures, spying on his hotel operations, or even attempting to steal his sponsors, Tony was relentless.

Willow, a 24-year-old model with stunning melanin-popping skin and a slim build, had been his lover. Despite her small, perky figure and innocent looks, Patrick had discovered her wild, deceitful nature. Even so, he had loved her craziness and passion in bed.

But now, she was gone.

Patrick sighed, rubbing a towel through his damp brown hair. He glanced at the clock on his wall—it was 9:15 p.m., and he had a business meeting with private sponsors at 10.

He moved to his full-length mirror, his dark, handsome reflection staring back at him. The white walls and golden chandelier illuminated his muscular body, but he wasn’t in the mood to admire himself.

Just then, the elevator dinged, signaling someone’s arrival. Patrick assumed it was another maid retrieving something and paid no attention.

He tossed his towel onto the chair and grabbed a bottle of cream from the drawer near the mirror. As he applied it to his body, memories of Willow flickered in his mind, and he groaned in frustration.

Meanwhile, Loveth had returned to Patrick’s sitting room. Seeing the tray of food still untouched, she decided to take it to him directly.

She approached the door to his room. Unable to knock while holding the tray, she used her left foot to push the door open and stepped inside.