Chapter 908: Chapter 908: The Plot on TV Simply Wonât Happen
The Housekeeper had a fleeting thought, but as soon as it came up, he dismissed it.
âForget it, Iâll tell her later to not bother.â
âHmm.â
âŠ
Gigi woke up an hour after her nap, and Lyle Westbrook carried her downstairs, just about to have the report he wanted delivered to him.
Then he saw an unfamiliar Maid carrying a bowl of steaming hot porridge coming his way.
...
His Peach Blossom Eyes suddenly narrowed.
He did not remember ordering anyone to cook porridge.
Whether out of nervousness or clumsiness, just as she reached near the sofa, she stumbled, tilting the bowl in her hand and some porridge spilled out, flowing onto her hand. Probably scalded, she let out a scream of âah,â and the bowl flew out of her handâ
The boiling hot bowl of porridge splashed towards the little girl playing on the sofa.
âBe careful!â Lyle Westbrookâs body reacted quickly; he sprang up, blocking the path of the porridge with his back while simultaneously picking up the oblivious little girl.
A loud âbangâ was heard.
The scorching-hot porridge splashed onto the manâs back, and he grunted in pain, holding the little girl. The porridge bowl crashed to the ground with a crisp clatter!
A series of noises drew others over, and upon seeing the mess in the living room, they were all startled.
âYoung Master Lyle, Iâm so sorry⊠Iâm so sorry⊠It wasnât on purposeâŠâ The Maid, who had clumsily spilled the porridge, started to cry, while simultaneously pulling out a Tissue and proceeding to help the man wipe the traces of porridge on his clothes.
Her audacity left everyone else dumbfounded, forgetting to stop her.
âIâm sorry⊠Young Master LyleâŠâ Her hands flustered as she frantically wiped his back.
The closer she got, the more she could smell the faint scent of magnolia on the man, and her heart fluttered, her eyes still brimming with tears as her cheeks slowly began to flush red.
The next second, her wrist was seized!
While still immersed in the sensation on her wrist, suddenly, a piercing pain shot through the bones of her wrist.
Her blushing face turned pale in an instant, and she screamed, âAhââ
Lyle released his hand, and her left hand clutching the Tissue was left limp, the bones clearly broken.
âIf you canât do anything right, those hands are useless to you!â
She was drenched in cold sweat from the pain, and in her panic, all the random thoughts that had flooded her mind vanished.
Lyle Westbrookâs Peach Blossom Eyes swept over the overturned porridge on the floor, and upon seeing shrimp in the porridge, his gaze grew even icier, âThrow her out; I donât want to see her again.â
âYes, Young Master Lyle.â
The Housekeeper didnât dare delay for a second and hurriedly dragged the trouble-making Maid out.
He now fully realized that he hadnât overthought it; Talia had really taken a fancy to Young Master Lyle. And her brain mustâve been squished in a door, thinking she could emulate the plot of a melodramatic soap opera, wanting to craft a story where the aloof Young Master falls for the clumsy Maid.
She truly was mad!
Under normal circumstances, which irrational Young Master would fancy a Maid who couldnât even do her job properly?
Moreover, as the Missâs Maid, had she forgotten the doctorâs orders? The Miss had just recovered from a high fever and should not eat greasy foods, especially seafood. Yet she added shrimp to the porridge, no wonder Young Master Lyle was furious.
âNever wanting to see her againâ probably means she shouldnât stay in Yluria Country or Country T anymore.
The daydreaming Maid was dragged away, while others hurriedly said, âYoung Master Lyle, youâve been burned on the back, should we call a doctor for you?â
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