Babysitting The Billionaire’s Adult Son

After running back inside the mansion, Melanie plunge on the couch thinking her life over.

‘Here is a tip for you. The advance payment form that you filled will be considered, but if we pay you a year salary even when you haven’t done anything and you decided to run off with the payment… just consider yourself a jailer. The Gordon family that I know does not forgive theft.’

She remember Harley’s last words to her before she left her office and she can’t help but to sigh loudly.

What has she gotten herself into? She thoughts and her mind suddenly drift to her mother.

“No, I don’t want to think about it.” she shakes her head as she moves her head backwards.

She rest her head on the backrest and she bat her lashes.

“What is the purpose of me here? The boy that I was told to babysit is an adult, from what I’ve seen he can take care of himself. So why keep me in isolation?” she groans and she feels her head aches has increased.

“Oops, I need to take medicine. My temperature is getting worse.” she hisses and make her way through the stairs and she enter into her room.

She climbs up the bed and lay quietly on the bed.

Just when she’s about to latch her lids, she feels the urge to put food in her belly as her stomach grumbles loudly.

That was when she remembers that she hasn’t eaten since the previous morning.

“Hmm.” she screeches as she set her foot on the ground.

She holds her head in her palm as her head become heavy and her vision starts to become blurry.

She take few steps toward and her legs seem light to carry the weight of her body, she slumps to the floor and hit her head on the tiles floor.

“Melanie!” Mr Gordon screams her name as soon as he spots her on the floor.

He scrambles to her and carefully lift her head from the floor and place it on his laps as he’s already take his seat on the floor besides her.

“Melanie, are you okay?” Mr Gordon yells her name as he hit her lightly on her cheeks.

The moment his hand makes contact with her skin he feels the hotness from her cheeks.

“She’s burning.” he thought and scans the room, hoping to see anything useful but he couldn’t find any.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

He stands to his feet and lift her from the floor, he carries her in his arm and rush her out of the mansion.

****

Walking out of the hospital later that evening.

Melanie couldn’t help but to wonder who this man truly is. One might he’s seeing yelling at his son, and the next minute walking quietly like some lonely kid.

He’s been super quite since she woke up an hour ago, she opened her eyes to met herself laying on the hospital with her boss besides her and he wouldn’t say anything to her since they were told by the doctor that she was stressed and only need to rest.

Melanie sighs for the umpteen times and wouldn’t stop worrying about what this man is going to say to her.

‘Why did you take the job since you’re not medically stable?’

‘I need someone who is medically stable to be my son’s sitter, how can you possibly do that since you’re not okay, yourself?’

‘You’re fired! Refund my money and get the hell out of here.’

Melanie mind wouldn’t stop guessing what the mind is going to say to her.

“Melanie, why aren’t you getting in?” Mr Gordon ask calmly, jotting Melanie out of her weird thought.

“Oh!” she mumbles and open the door to the backseat.

She sit down quietly, rubbing her sweaty palms together.

Mr Gordon watches her from the mirror and couldn’t help but to wonder what’s wrong with her.

“Are you okay? You seem stress.” Mr Gordon inquire and Melanie is force to raise her head up.

“I’m fine, sir.” she smiles and Mr Gordon nods his head slightly before driving out of the compound.

Getting back to the mansion

The car put to halt at the garage and Melanie didn’t waste another second to get out of the car.

She step her foot on the ground and stagger backwards. Mr Gordon rush to help her by sliding his hand on her waist.

He put back on her feet and she thank him with a slight bow.

Mr Gordon leave her at the parking lot and strides inside.

Melanie watches him leave until he’s out of her sight. She wouldn’t stop worrying about what’s going on in his mind and the other hand, drooling at the the way he walks.

Someone clears his throat besides her and she jumps in fright, only to look at the direction it’s coming from and she sees Archie leaning on the car they came with, with a devilish smirks dancing at the corner of his lips.

Now she has to deal with this brat, really? She thought as she secretly rolls her eyes at him.

“Young master, you’re back?” Melanie asks, turning around to face him properly.

Archie scoffs at her question.

“Is that suppose to be a question? I’m here and you’re still asking me if I’ve gotten back, nope, I’m just coming.” Archie hisses taking his back off the car.

Melanie finds his speech offensive and she gulps down nothing as she doesn’t want to provoke the little devil. She still unable to figure out what his father going to do to her, so she better lay low for a while.

“Why are you still standing there? Ain’t you going to cook? Do you still not know what you’re here for? You are here as my maid and not my father’s flings. Drop the act of crushing and get to work.” Archie let out all he has been taking in since the previous day, he let them all out and he walks past her, making his way into the mansion.

Melanie stands starring at the boy with her mouth agape until he’s out of sight.

“What did he just called me? A fling? Does he really have to be mean to me?” she question no one in particular as she stares into space.

She sighs heavily, as she makes her way into the mansion.

Getting to the living room, she sight Archie on the couch with his text in his hands.

He’s scribbling some words inside the note and Melanie couldn’t help but to smile at how serious he seems with his study.

She walks up to the stairs and Archie’s voice stops her from taking her first step.

“Aren’t you going to ask me what I’m going to eat?” he ask calmly, not taking his gaze off the note in his hand.

“Oh!” Melanie mumbles.

She walks back to him and as politely as she could she ask him what he would love to eat.

“Make some spicy noodles for me.” he says and Melanie nods her head moving away from him.

“Let her be for today, you can microwave the pizza in the fridge and have some milk with it.” Mr Gordon says, walking down the stairs with his phone in his hands.

Archie tosses his note to one side and stands up from his seat, boiling in anger.

“What’s the point of getting me a babysitter if she can’t give me good for to eat?” Archie yells, throwing his head back in annoyance.

“I thought you said you don’t need a babysitter? What’s with the sudden change of mind?” Mr Gordon asks creasing his eyebrow.

“That was then. Now I fucking need her to babysit me. She should go into that fucking kitchen and makes me some noodles. I didn’t even ask for much, did I?” Archie glares hard at Melanie, she moves back in shock.

How can a thirteen years old boy can be this fierce? She thought as she’s now standing in-between the father and son.

Mr Gordon finally takes the last step and he plunge himself on the nearest couch.

“Do what I ask you to do before I change my mind. Afterall I owns everything in this house and I can throw you out if I want to. Get that into your stupid brain” Mr Gordon lets out and Archie glares hard at Melanie one more time before storming out of their presence.

Melanie eaves a sigh of relief and bows to Mr Gordon, turning around to excuse herself but his voice stops her.

“I still haven’t forgiven you for what you did today.” Mr Gordon confesses which makes Melanie to stops on her track.

Not knowing what she did, she turns around and go on her knees…