The Unfilial Boss Woman

Chapter 2: The drunken night

Patrick turned to the entrance door as it swung open, revealing the pretty maid dressed in yellow. He felt sluggish, as if he were weightless, while taking in her charming face.

He felt compelled to walk up to her as she entered his sitting room, her cute, round, chubby face meeting his cold gaze. She carried a tray of his evening meal in her hands, likely sent by his mother. He gripped the third bottle of wine he was drinking, slowly removing it from his lips as she stopped in front of him and flashed the most beautiful smile he had ever seen.

"Sorry to bother you, sir, but mother said I should deliver this meal to you. Where can I put it?" she asked. Patrick dropped the wine bottle on the bar top and stood up sluggishly to meet her. Her shining black eyes immediately darted away from him to the tray in her hands as he staggered toward her, sniffing her like a dog, causing her to freeze at his sudden behavior.

Loveth had never seen a handsome man like him before. Initially, she had refused when her mother suggested moving into the Anderson home to serve elderly Mrs. Eleanor Anderson. After much pleading from her mother and her two younger sisters, Janet and Juliet, she finally accepted and moved into the mansion.

As Patrick approached her, dressed in a red, expensive-looking shirt and black trousers, Loveth felt her blood pressure rising and gripped the tray tightly. Did she smell bad? She wondered, her cute smile fading.

Ignoring her, Patrick sauntered into his inner chambers. Loveth stood speechless, uncertain of what to do. Mrs. Eleanor had told her that her son had a weak stomach since birth and that she should ensure he ate well, especially since she had given birth to him at an older age. Loveth gripped the tray, which contained a plate of jollof rice, fried turkey legs, and freshly cooked pepper soup with scented leaves, as she hesitated about where to place it.

After standing there for a while without seeing the young master emerge from the room he had entered, she realized that she didn’t even know which room was his. It was only her second day working with them, and she hadn’t seen him the previous day, as he had left early for work. Letting out a heavy sigh, she glanced around the expansive sitting room.

From the purple-colored couches arranged in various locations to the shelves filled with books that she felt drawn to, despite not being able to read properly, she took in the white-painted walls of the living room. Loveth realized that the Andersons loved the color white, as every corner of the four-story mansion was painted in that shade, including the exterior.

Loveth sighed again and walked to the bar to set down his dinner, unsure of what to do next. She hesitated before approaching the door he had entered, considering knocking, but shook her head and stepped back. Instead, she exited the sitting room and entered the elevator, which immediately took her downstairs to the last floor.

She spotted Mrs. Eleanor retiring to her room, as her husband was away for medical treatment, or so she had heard. Mrs. Eleanor smiled and waved for Loveth to come closer.

"Come!" she said softly, and Loveth sauntered over.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Has Patrick eaten the dinner I sent him? Did he like the meal?" Mrs. Eleanor queried in rapid succession. Loveth swallowed and looked down as she shook her head.

"No, mother. Master Patrick didn’t respond to me and went back into one of the rooms."

Mrs. Eleanor frowned, and Loveth felt sorry for her as their eyes met. Mrs. Eleanor said nothing further, knowing her son was stubborn and cold, and likely wouldn’t eat his dinner. She continued her slow walk to her chambers while Loveth, uncomfortable with Mrs. Eleanor's sad expression, rushed after her.

"Ma, should I...?"

Mrs. Eleanor stopped and turned back to Loveth. "What is it?" she asked slowly, trying not to sound harsh.

"Should I go check on him again to see if he has eaten his dinner?"

Mrs. Eleanor nodded, and Loveth, being the cheerful person she was, immediately darted away, rushing back to the elevator to go up to Master Patrick Anderson's chambers on the fourth floor.

Meanwhile, Patrick had just stepped out of his bathroom, not even wrapping a towel around his waist since he was in his room. He remembered the look of his mother’s new maid and shook his head in rejection as he dried his wet, taut body.

He enjoyed working out, and his well-defined biceps and chiseled chest were striking. Thoughts of his girlfriend, Willow Albert, in the arms of his rival, Tony Miles, crossed his mind, furrowing his brows. Willow believed he was naïve and had gone off to New York City with Tony to have fun.

Patrick tightened his grip on his towel, knowing that Tony was aware of his feelings for Willow and intended to marry her. Tony, a 29-year-old CEO of Miles Corporation, was constantly competing with Patrick, copying everything his hotel did, monitoring his private businesses, and trying to extract personal information about his sponsors through Willow.

Willow was a 24-year-old hot brunette beauty with stunning skin and a slim figure, though her modesty was deceptive. Patrick exhaled in anger, remembering he had a business meeting with private sponsors at 10 PM. Glancing at the wall clock, he saw it was 9:15 PM sharp.

He sighed, roughly drying his short brown hair and squeezing out the excess water with his towel to prevent it from dripping onto his bare, masculine body. Walking to the full-view wall mirror on the right side of his executive room, which was painted white with a bright golden chandelier hanging from the ceiling, he stared at his handsome reflection. The chandelier lit up the room, and he frowned at his reflection.

He was handsome and hot-blooded, yet Willow chose to cheat on him with Tony. He looked down at himself in irritation; many women gawked at him and sought his attention in the hotel, but he had chosen Willow for her charm and beauty.

Patrick had thought Willow was innocent, but after their time together, he realized she was no virgin and rather wild in bed. Despite this, he still loved her passion and how she overpowered him. He wasn’t innocent either, and their nights together were incredibly fun, especially since he also owned a celebrity magazine that showcased events hosted in his hotel.

As he continued to stare at his handsome, unclothed reflection, he thought about how Willow had dumped him for his rival, who was bigger and taller. Just then, he heard the elevator ding, indicating someone was entering his chamber. Patrick assumed it was another maid coming in to pick something up, confident they wouldn’t dare approach his room.

He threw his towel onto the executive chair and moved closer to the drawer by the mirror to retrieve some cream for his body. Feeling slightly tipsy and recalling his passionate nights with Willow, he felt himself harden at the thought and groaned as he rubbed the cream into his palms.

Loveth stepped into the spacious living room belonging to the younger master, as the other maids referred to him, glancing around but not seeing him. Knowing he would still be in the room he had entered, she remembered Mrs. Eleanor mentioning his weak stomach. She walked to the bar, picked up his tray of food that was almost cold, and approached his room door.

The door wasn’t locked, and holding the tray with both hands, she couldn’t knock, so she used her right foot to push the door open and walked in.