"You seriously look like a zombie right now." I glared at my brother through the screen. "Do you feel the need to mention that every damn minute?" Archeus chuckled. "I guess so." Earlier this morning, he called me and said that he had good news. "Whatever. So how's your science congress?" "Well, that's actually the main reason why I called you." I hummed. "Spill it." "Wait." He disappeared from the screen, and after a while, he came back with a trophy in his left hand. My eyes widened. "Wait, don't tell me..." A smug grin appeared on his face. "I won the research congress." My lips curled into a wide smile. "Oh my God! Congratulations, Arch! I'm so freaking proud of you! Come here, let your sister give you a kiss." The smile on his face faded. "You just ruined the moment," he said, feigning a disgusted face. I glared at him. "You're so rude! I was just asking for a kiss. Just in case you forgot, if it wasn't for me, you would not be able to attend that event." "My deepest
Two days had passed like a whirlwind. It's been almost two weeks since I started working as Greyson's nanny, and I'm starting to get a grip on my new job. I became closer with the people inside the mansion, except of course for one particular person that I don't need to name who. "Cleo, can you please buy me a soda?" Greyson requested out of the blue while he's having lunch. "But you already have orange juice here." He pouted. "I'm getting tired of it. Can't I try something new?" I want to refuse because Aunt Esther strictly told me that I should avoid giving him soft drinks, but how can I refuse him if he's acting cute? I sighed. "Fine. But just this once, alright? And you can't tell anyone about it. Both of us will be a dead meat if they know." He nodded his head fervently. "I promise!" I hurriedly walked to the cafeteria and went straight to the beverage section. My socks were knocked off when I saw the whooping prices of the drinks—$10 for freaking bottled water?!
I gently kissed Greyson's forehead and turned the lights off before I left his room. I climbed downstairs and went straight to the kitchen, where I found Aunt Esther making coffee. "How's the kid?" she asked me. I already told her what happened. "He's sleeping in his room already." I sighed heavily. "He told me that he's fine, but I'm still worried about him." She offered me a cup of coffee, but I refused because I would certainly have a hard time sleeping if I drank it "Did he tell you what his reason was for punching that kid?" she asked. I shook my head. "Unfortunately, he always avoids my questions related to that. But I'm confident that he would not do such a thing without any valid reasons." "You're absolutely right. Greyson is a logical kid," she declared. "But how about you? Are you alright? Oliver told me that you also got into a scuffle." I smiled sheepishly. "I wasn't hurt at all, aunt. Don't worry about me. But you know what? I'm still angry about that woman who hu
"It hasn't been a month and my son is already this close to you. What did you feed him?" I internally rolled my eyes. I know for a fact that his question has a negative connotation. The tone of his voice alone can already attest to that. "Perhaps I'm just good at dealing with kids." I shammed a smile. A disturbing silence rose between the two of us for a couple of moments. "Cleo," he suddenly called my name. I heaved out a deep sigh. "Sir, if you're going to apologize for calling me offensive names a while ago, keep it to yourself for now. I won't fake my attitude and say that it was nothing, because your words really made my hackles rise." I took a short pause and looked at him straight in the eye. "So I'm sorry, but I don't think I can instantly give the forgiveness that you're asking." I want to applaud myself for having the courage to say those words right in front of my boss's face. "What the fuck are you saying?" I was taken aback when he asked that. Did I say something
"I've already lost count of how many times you sighed." My train of thoughts was disrupted when Cynthia, who's sitting beside me, spoke. We are currently in the front yard of the mansion. The warm rays of the Saturday sun is fondling on my face. "Come on, tell me what's bothering you. Maybe I can help and give you advices." I arched a brow and threw her a dubious look. "I doubt that you can do that." She rolled her eyes. "Shut up. I can be sane and normal sometimes, you know. On a serious note, spill what's on your mind." I pursed my lips together, thinking. Cynthia has been working for the Montreal family longer than me. So perhaps she can really give light to my questions. I took a deep breath. "Have you met Greyson's mother before?" I know that Aunt Esther forbade me to talk about her, but the conversation that I had with Greyson two days ago has been bothering me, and I couldn't stop my curiosity from kicking in. The smile on Cynthia's face faded, and that's whe
"Yes! I won!" Greyson's triumphant shout made me smile. He's currently playing this game called Space Invader. "Uncle! Cleo! I killed all the aliens and the final boss!" Xavier tousled his hair. "You know what? I'll bring you an arcade next time. You seem to really enjoy playing these games." "Really?" Greyson's eyes are sparkling. "I promise." The former's smile suddenly faded. "But dad will surely disagree if you buy me one. He doesn't even want me to have a PS5." "Don't mind him. I will punch him if he confiscates your gadgets." I shook my head. If I hadn't known who they are, I would have assumed that Xavier is his biological father. We didn't stay any longer at the mall, as it was already past twelve. After we exchanged the arcade tickets for the Stitch stuffed toy that Greyson wanted, we ate at a fast food restaurant for lunch and went home. "Thank you for this day, sir-" He jokingly glared at me. "I mean, Xavier. Greyson surely appreciates your presenc
"Are you serious?" I gave Lauren a deadpan look. "Do I look like I'm just fooling around?" She chuckled. "Sorry, I just can't help but be shocked. I mean, you did not mention to me last time that it's the Montreal family you'd work." I shrugged my shoulders. "I just didn't feel the need to say that. Also, I didn't know that they are this prominent." "I no longer wonder why. You barely have a social life." "Wow. Thank you for rubbing that in my face." I smiled sarcastically. "You're welcome." I was busy cleaning my room when Lauren called me. It's been a month since we last saw each other because both of us have busy schedules. And she was beyond flabbergasted when I told her who I'm working for now. "So how's your new environment?" "I'm doing pretty well here. The other maids are really kind to me, so I didn't have a hard time adjusting." except for the fact that my boss is the son of Satan. "That's good to hear. Who would've thought that the child you saved in
A smile crept on my lips as I looked at myself through the mirror, wearing the white dress that Cynthia gave me. She styled my hair in a twisted crown braid, and I genuinely love it. She also insisted that I should apply light make-up to my face to highlight my features. I got my bag before I stormed out of my room. "Woah!" I smiled, seeing Greyson's reaction. He's looking at me with wide eyes. "Do I look pretty?" I asked. He nods his head fervently. "You're stunning, Cleo!" That gave me butterflies in my stomach. "Thank you. You look handsome in that polo too! I'm pretty sure Sophie will feel giddy when she sees you later." He's wearing a white polo with a red bow tie paired with his khaki colored trousers. He blushed. "Cleo! She's not my crush!" "I didn't say that, though." I teased him more. "You are so mean." "Cleo?" I turned my back when I heard Aunt Esther from behind. I greeted her a good morning. "You look absolutely gorgeous in that dress." A fl