The Unfilial Boss Woman

Chapter 6. Carrying her up

"Son, won't you have your breakfast before leaving for work?" Mrs. Eleanor Anderson asked as she looked at her only son, seeing him focused on Loveth, which made her smile.

"Loveth!" she called, and Loveth turned to meet their gazes. She immediately looked down, feeling nervous, remembering the illicit affair she had with the young master of the house the previous night.

Patrick wasn’t that young, yet Loveth wondered why the other servants kept calling him "young master," especially since they had been working in the Anderson mansion long before she arrived—probably when the handsome dark man was younger.

"What would you like for breakfast, son?" Mrs. Eleanor asked, directing her attention back to Patrick.

"I’m fine, Mother. I have to go now." Patrick leaned forward and kissed his mother on the cheek, causing Mrs. Eleanor to frown.

"Why, son? Come sit with me first and have your breakfast. It’s not like you will be fired. Did you at least eat the chicken pepper soup I asked Loveth to serve to you last night? How was it?" Mrs. Eleanor inquired. Patrick stiffened and shook his head, not wanting to upset his mother. "It was nice, Mother. Fine, let me join you for breakfast."

Loveth swallowed, realizing Patrick had lied to his mother. She gasped in shock while Mrs. Eleanor turned to her.

"Prepare his tea, and don’t add too much milk to the herb. What would you like, Willow—tea or coffee?"

Willow looked at Patrick, who was pretending everything was fine between them for his mother's sake. She then glanced at the new maid, who was also looking at her. "Anything, Mother. I'm okay with tea," Willow replied.

"Loveth, you heard her. Go quickly," Mrs. Eleanor directed.

"Yes, ma'am."

Loveth quickly exited the dining room and walked back into the kitchen to prepare the tea as instructed. She wondered why Mrs. Eleanor often sent her on errands more than the other maids. Perhaps it was because she was still new compared to the rest.

Loveth sighed and prepared the tea quickly. As she stepped out with the tray in both hands, she walked to the long dining table and approached the young master first.

Similarly, Loveth didn’t know his name; his mother called him "son," while the other maids referred to him as "younger master."

Feeling nervous, she placed the tray in front of him. Her hands shook as she tried to reach for his teacup to serve him before attending 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 watched the beautiful maid fumbling before him. He didn’t want to believe that he had actually slept with her the previous night. Maybe it was all a misunderstanding, and he shouldn’t ask her about it.

Irritated by her slowness, Patrick picked up his teacup himself, noticing his mother’s frown.

Willow was envious of this beautiful maid. Why would the Anderson family employ someone so lovely, cute, with round face and shining black eyes?

Willow, a billionaire's daughter with a high-status family like the Andersons, did not like the maid, and it was evident.

She watched Loveth approach her with a faint smile, noticing the maid was sweating as she brought out a teacup for her and placed it on the dining table in front of her.

Loveth quickly moved to the double-door fridge, took out a loaf of bread, and walked back to the dining table, handing it to Willow, surprising everyone.

Willow looked at Loveth in irritation. If it weren’t for Patrick's sake, she would've slapped that beautiful maid in front of her.

Loveth's pink uniform suited her well; her chest appeared larger, despite her seeming younger. Her flawless skin was brighter than the sun, and Willow couldn’t help but turn her gaze away.

Loveth looked confusedly at Willow, then glanced at Mrs. Eleanor, who shook her head sadly, and finally at the young master. They all frowned at her, leaving her to wonder what she had done wrong.

Tightening her grip on the bread, Loveth turned to return it to the fridge but heard Willow complain, "No! What are you doing? Get a tray and put it out!" Willow spoke through gritted teeth, clearly irritated. Loveth shook her head, noticing Mrs. Eleanor already sipping her tea, not needing any bread.

Mrs. Eleanor set down her teacup and looked at Willow as she picked up her serviette to dab the corners of her mouth.

"She's still new here, that’s all, Willow." Mrs. Eleanor smiled as Loveth returned and placed two slices of bread onto a tray for the guest. She glanced at the handsome man with whom she had an affair the previous night, and she blushed.

Patrick noticed Loveth's cheeks flush with color and shook his head, looking away. Although she was beautiful, he refused to accept that he had been with her—his mother’s maid. "No way!" he replied coldly in his subconscious as she stared at him.

Loveth frowned and shuddered at Patrick's cold tone, walking back to the fridge to return the remaining bread. She then moved to cleared Mrs. Eleanor's used teacup.

"Son, when will the marriage date be fixed now that Willow is here? No more excuses!" Mrs. Eleanor said.

"Marriage?" Loveth’s subconscious mind exclaimed. Just then, the teacup slipped from her hands and shattered on the ground, broken pieces flying and cutting her leg.

"Ah!" Loveth screamed as the sharp pieces cut into her leg skin. As she stumbled backward, she stepped on another broken shard, causing her foot to bleed.

"Ah!" she cried again, while Patrick immediately stood up, panicking as he rushed to her side while she limped away from the mess.

"What has come over you? How can you be so daft and absent-minded to injure yourself?" Patrick scolded Loveth, lifting her away from the broken pieces.

Willow sat in shock, as did Mrs. Eleanor, whose jaw dropped at the sight of her son carrying their maid.

Patrick walked to the living room couch and gently set Loveth down. It was even forbidden for any maid to sit on their executive couch in the living room, and Mrs. Eleanor blinked repeatedly, wondering if she was dreaming seeing her son comforting Loveth.

"Patrick!" Willow stood up in anger, pulling away from her reveries and the dining table as the rest of the maids rushed in to clean up the blood stains. Patrick immediately dialed Jeff's number. "Contact the family doctor at once!"

"Are you alright?" Patrick looked back at Loveth, ignoring Willow. He bent in front of Loveth, raising her slender, smooth legs to examine her foot.

Thoughts surged through Patrick's mind as he recalled opening a woman's legs the previous night and making love to her.

Patrick's grip on her foot tightened, causing Loveth to gasp, "Ah!" He froze, staring at her pretty yellow face in confusion.

The sound she made reminded him of the same voice that gasped in pain when he had plunged into her the previous night, penetrating her walls.

"Is she okay, son?" Mrs. Eleanor asked, snapping Patrick out of his thoughts. He realized he was still holding Loveth's long, and he shifted back, still squatting in front of her. Patrick looked at Loveth's underfoot and removed the broken pieces from the glass cup she had stepped on.

"Ah, it hurts!" Loveth cried. Those exact words had echoed in his mind from their encounter last night, when he had first penetrated her deeply, breaking her barriers.

Patrick stared at Loveth's face in confusion, unable to apologize. Just then, their family doctor arrived, finding Loveth's foot bleeding profusely from her foolishness in stepping on a sharp piece.

Patrick stepped away and entered the kitchen to wash his hands while the maids cleaned the tiled floor. When he stepped out, he found Willow waiting for him.

"I'm sorry, baby. Please forgive me. It's not what you think," Willow pleaded, taking the opportunity to apologize to Patrick.

He looked at her in her short red gown, which was above her knees, revealing her brown thighs. Patrick shook his head. "This is not the time to discuss this. Excuse me."

He walked past her and returned to the living room, where he saw the doctor had already treated Loveth's wound and bandaged her foot. Patrick looked at her face, which was still in pain.

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

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

"Yes, but I’m afraid she won’t be able to put any weight on that foot for a while, and I don’t know if it will affect her ability to work here."