5. Morning Feelings

The next morning, Patrick woke up with a pounding headache. He sat up in bed and looked around, attempting to recall the bizarre dream he had the night before.

He let out a curse, frustration evident in his voice.

"What happened here?" he asked once more. Suddenly, a knock on his chamber door interrupted his intense thoughts. As he turned to face the door, it swung open and Jeff Hudson entered.

"Good morning boss," Jeff greeted, his surprise evident as he saw Patrick still sitting on his bed, clutching his head and using his right palm to support it. Patrick slid out of his bed and noticed he was completely naked. Jeff quickly averted his gaze, despite being older than Patrick. Patrick remained his boss.

"Leave now!" Patrick gave a command, and Jeff quickly replied, "Yes, boss!" He left the room, feeling puzzled about what had gone wrong with his boss. Jeff went out to answer the company's call from some private clients who were inquiring about why young Anderson missed the meeting with their members the previous night. Meanwhile, Patrick slid out of bed, trying to recall the dream he had the night before. He remembered being with a beautiful fair woman, but couldn't quite remember her face, only her eyes. Patrick frowned and stared back at his bed, contemplating pulling away the bedspread, where he noticed a stain.

"Wow! What caused this?" Patrick exclaimed loudly, causing Jeff to quickly retreat from behind the door where he had just excused the young master. He abruptly ended the call and stared at his boss in shock, who was standing fully naked and the bed was stained.

Jeff became confused as he stared at Patrick.

"Leave, and give me some privacy," Patrick demanded.

"I apologize, boss. I heard you shouting." Jeff exited abruptly, perplexed by his boss's irritating behavior.

Ever since Patrick graduated and took over as the CEO, managing all his father's secret business and public affairs, Patrick has become bitter. Jeff can't help but wonder why a young billionaire like Patrick would feel this way, especially when his parents left him a billion-dollar fortune. Jeff shook his head in disbelief as he left his boss's room. He briskly walked towards the elevator and descended to the ground floor. Stepping outside, he made his way to the garage, where he patiently waited. It was already past 8am on a beautiful Wednesday morning.

"Wasn't that just a dream?" Patrick flung his bed spread away, irritated by the sight of the dried deep red stain on his white bed spread. He strode confidently to his luxurious bathroom, ready to cleanse himself after suspecting a possible injury and bloodshed the night before. Patrick turned on the shower tap and hurriedly took his baths as he realized he was already running late.

 The boss fearlessly faced any challenge. He was the proud owners of the mega Anderson hotel and suites, as well as various fashion and blogs magazines. In addition to managing his father's oil business, Patrick actively sponsors numerous personal ventures. He quickly bathed and stepped out of the bathroom. As he walked to his room, he glanced at the bedspread he had thrown onto the tiled floor. He deliberately avoided it, not dwelling on the possibility of any stains.

Patrick strode to his dressing room and retrieved a blue suit, complete with a white inner sleeves. He swiftly dressed, starting with his shorts and inner singlet. He grabbed his blue trousers and effortlessly slipped them on. Suddenly, a gentle knock on his chamber door interrupted him. He recognized it as the arrival of his mother's maids, who had come to tidy up his room since he had overslept, waking up later than his usual 7am.

Patrick strode over to the large wall mirror, as he gazed at his handsome reflection, a sudden image flashed in his mind, causing his heart to race with panic. "What did I just remembered?" Patrick wondered to himself as he shook his head, recalling that someone had entered his room the previous night while he was undressed and gazing into his wall mirror. His eyes narrowed as he remembered the maid, and he stormed back to the door, forcefully throwing it open to confront the intruder once again. 

Parrick was still convinced that everything that had occurred the night before was nothing more than a dream. In a fit of anger, he flung open his room door even wider. To his dismay, he found two slim maids dressed in pink maid gowns, their dark complexions standing before him. His anger reached its boiling point. "What brings you here?" 

"Get out!" Patrick snapped as he forcefully slammed his door shut, then made his way back to his reading table. As he glanced at the tray of food sitting there, his brows furrowed in confusion.

"It wasn't a dream," he said, frowning and placing his hands around his waist, trying to remember who brought the meal the previous night.

"The new maid is quite something. Wow!" Patrick exclaimed, walked back to his bed spread, he threw it to the floor. He quickly picked it up and sniffed it once more, his fingers exploring the stains. He clenched his fist, coming to the realization that it wasn't just a dream.

Patrick tossed the bedspread onto the bed before striding over to his study table. With purpose, he opened the plate of food.

"Loveth brought it last night and had the audacity to peep on me. How did that happen?" Shaking his head in denial, Patrick swiftly grabbed his briefcase and clutched his blue suit to his arms as he confidently strode out from his chamber. He looked at the two maids, waiting for him to finish. It was clear that neither of them was the one he was looking for, as they both had flat chests. 

Patrick averted his gaze from them and strode towards the elevator, heading to the first floor. Stepping out, he made his way into the living room where he found his mother already seated in the dining room, a smile lighting up her face as she engaged in conversation with someone sitting across from her.

Patrick placed his briefcase on a nearby couch and quickly put on his suit to appear professional. As he picked up his briefcase again and looked up at his mother, he noticed Willow smiling at him. She was sitting with his mother.

"Mom, Parrick is here already," Willow said, winking at him. Patrick's eyes narrowed at her as he clicked his black shoes on the tiled floor, slowly approaching his mother sitting at the dining table.

"Good morning, mother," Patrick greeted, approaching her with a warm hug. His mother reciprocated the gesture and smiled back at him. "Look, son, I am overjoyed to see your baby has arrived."

His mother smiled at him, but Patrick maintained an expressionless face as he tried to understand why Willow had suddenly appeared in his family home. Patrick never mentioned their breakup to his mother, even though she knew how much he loved Willow.

"Son, what's wrong? Did you not eat your dinner last night?" His mother's question caught his attention, causing his eyes to darken. 

At that moment, a familiar-looking maid emerged from the kitchen, holding a tray. She radiated warmth in her pink maid uniform - a simple dress with a white apron tied at the front.

Loveth worked in the kitchen, preparing her madam's tea with the help of Aria Jameson, who had been working in the Anderson's home for 10 years and was now 28 years old. Loveth prepared the tea and brought it out to serve her madam. She handed her madam the herbal tea, only to find her madam's son unexpectedly standing beside her in the long dining room.

Loveth tightened her hold on the tray, determined not to let go of the last medicinal tea. She strolled leisurely to the dining area, aware of the gazes fixed upon her.

Willow noticed Patrick's gaze shift towards the maid, and she too was surprised to see such a stunning young lady in the mansion.

"Good morning, ma, good morning sir," the maid greeted them as she approached the dining table. Blushing nervously, Willow shifted her gaze away and stared at Patrick once more.

Patrick's face remained expressionless, signaling his anger towards Willow. She realized she had neglected her mistake. Tony recorded her escapades with him and send them to Patrick.

Willow eagerly desired to engage in intimate relations with Tony after he boldly shared a picture of his physique through her W******p chat. However, her love for Patrick remained strong. She hadn't considered her secret affair would be revealed. She knew Patrick loved her deeply, but Tony made it appear as though she intentionally left Patrick and chose him instead.