I bent down to pick up the pieces. Then I heard the man's angry voice behind me. "Didn't you go to cook? Where's lunch?!"
I was so frightened that my hand trembled, and the vase fragment broke my finger. The blood quickly flowed out of the wound.
I put my fingers in my mouth. I looked up and found Patrick was looking at me.
For a moment, I didn't know whether I should pick up the fragments of the vase first or give him the lunch first.
I struggled for a while and then put the glass pieces beside the wall. I stood up and said, "Please wait for a moment."
After I said that, I went out and put the dishes on the dining car one by one on a movable small table in the room. Then I pushed the small table to the front of Patrick and placed the chopsticks for him.
I said respectfully, "Sir, enjoy your meal."
Patrick did not move. He just lowered his head.
I didn't know what he was thinking. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and grabbed my finger. He said impatiently, "Cooking, and cleaning up. How can you deal with such a big house?! Let others clean up those things!"
"Others?" I thought.
There was no one else in this magnificent estate but me.
However, I said nothing. I just pulled back my fingers gently and said in a very peaceful tone, "Sir, I don't trust others to do these things well, so leave them all to me."
Thinking of what happened just now, I added, "I will never leave here, and I will put my phone on. If you find I am not at the door, don't worry. Just call me. No matter what I do, I will come over immediately."
Patrick heard what I said and looked up. His expression seemed to be a little sorry about me, but he said nothing. He just lowered his eyes and ate.
I stood aside. I saw him take a bite and asked nervously, "Sir, how does it taste? If it's not delicious, I'll do better next time."
Patrick remained silent.
I turned around to clean up the glass fragments. When I carefully cleaned up all the vase fragments, I took a vacuum. I looked at Patrick and asked, "Sir, can I clean the floor with this? It may be a little noisy."
"It's up to you."
That meant okay.
Then I used vacuum to clean up all glasses. After making sure that there were no pieces left, I put it back and went outside to stand.
After a while, Patrick finished his meal, and I went back.
He looked at me with confusion and asked, "What do you eat?"
"I'll go to the kitchen later and eat something."
I answered.
I realized I had never paid attention to when the servants at home ate. Only once, I saw Janice and Lacy taking turns to have a meal in the kitchen.
But there was only me here. Therefore, I was a little confused about when should I have a meal.
Patrick seemed to be unhappy when he heard this. "Ask the bodyguards to move a table over and eat with me."
"Thank you, sir."
I knew what Patrick is thinking.
I had dinner with Patrick.
At nine o'clock in the evening, I helped Patrick brush his teeth and wash his face. I saw him watch TV in the bedroom, so I thought about whether I could go back to the room to design something or not.
I asked, "Sir, can I go back to my room to rest?"
However, he replied immediately, "No! Watch the TV with me."
Helplessly, I could only stand there and accompany him to watch TV.
I looked at the watch on the wall went from 9 p.m. to 11 p.m.
He sat while I was standing. When I felt my legs were numb, finally, Patrick felt sleepy and said, "Help me change my pajamas."
"Yes, sir."
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