Chapter 23

In an effort to control my boredom and frustration with her, I grabbed her by the head.

I-I didn't know since I really wanted to say, but

What are your plans, huh? I already told you, don't you think you're not listening to me, Mindy! So why did you accept that in the first place?

I tried to control my voice so Elizabeth wouldn't hear me.

"What if he got here while I was at work?! What if my son is gone when I get home, eh, Mindy? Can you bring him back to me?"

One of her hands was clutching her finger as I noticed that she was crying and that her lip was still firmly biting down.

I averted my gaze and sighed. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry if I shouted at you. You know maybe I'm just frightened that Daren would take my son from me; if you understand that, Mindy, I don't want to be separated from her. If you were in my situation right now, I know if you'd do anything for your son too.

She stumbled, "S-Sorry, honestly," she said. I approached him, gave him a hug, and then gave him a slap on the back to help him relax.

I say, "I'm sorry, I won't shout at you again, but I hope you don't repeat what you did. The habit is really changing. when I come to my son. then you know Mindy that I'm not shouting at you specifically, I'm simply really upset and annoyed." I sobbed and felt like I was being hugged back.

I asked Elizabeth, who was now following Mindy, "Mommy, what's going on?"

He quickly slipped out of my arms and wiped his cheeks clean after saying, "No, honey."

Aunt Mindy is crying, why, and did you make her cry, mommy?

I had to stop laughing at my son's explanation, "No, we split up with my bf so I'm weeping."

I laughed once more at my son's conduct, which he actually got from me. "Eh? You have a lover, Aunt Mindy? Then it's just a boy so why do you have to cry?"

"My darling, I'll just watch to see if you don't cry a much when you have a partner and he leaves you."

He rolled his eyes and returned inside, saying, "Uh, whatever." I couldn't help but chuckle at Elizabeth with Mindy.

I'll just block Daren, I guess.

If I concur, "You'd better do it."

Elizabeth and I will spend more here at home, so do you still have any money?

I twitched an eyebrow and turned to face Mindy, "Yes there is, then Xander's mama handed it to us."

I gasped in wonder, "Huh? Why?"

I simply nodded in agreement when she said, "He just said that Elizabeth is cute. That's okay, because he gives money when he likes a child. Then he said he really wants to have grandchildren and hopefully he looks like your child. Just in case it adds up I don't think you're interested in getting married, you know.

Mrs. is very intelligent. Don't worry, Mrs. Ferrer; I'll make sure your son is present if you have any grandkids. Perhaps I ought to instruct Sir Xander? Or perhaps I'll download the porn and present it to her later?

I only grinned at what I was thinking. When you realize that you're losing your mind while I'm still easy to deal with, maybe I'll just see if you can't endure. What the heck are you thinking, Elyse?

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It's late, and I'm depressed because I have to return to Sir Xander's house. I'll give him a big hug before I leave because I won't see him for a few days.

I looked over at my son, who was now seated next to me, and asked, "Mommy, aren't you sleeping yet?"

It drew nearer to me and held me, saying, "Why are you still awake? Didn't I tell you to go to sleep sweetie?"

"I woke up out of the blue, and I just realized you were still awake."

I promised and patted his shoulder until he nodded off once more. "All right, sleep there, don't pay any attention to mommy. You're early tomorrow so go to sleep."

I found myself fixating on my son's face. Even though I knew he wouldn't respond because he was still asleep, I asked him anyway: "I presume you didn't inherit even one from your daddy?"

The strange thing The strange thing was that I instantly thought of my son when Sir Xander was fast asleep.

I merely chuckled slightly while feeling uneasy about what I was saying to myself. Perhaps it's just amusing when my kid and Sir Xander interact and learn about their father.

It's simply adorable; perhaps there are several.

Later on, I started to feel sleepy.

My son's voice roused me right away, "Mommy? Mommy is awake!"

I rolled my eyes and asked, "Hmm, why?" I saw that it was already dressed and wearing a uniform. How did he obtain that?

I ponder, "Where did you obtain that uniform from son?"

We were selling uniforms to new student moms last Thursday, so the teacher's aunt, Mindy, bought it for me.

Ah, is that correct?

"Mommy, aren't you returning to your workplace?"

I mocked him and said, "Yeah, it's still early sweetie." When I stood up and exited the room with her, I recognized Mindy right away since she had just finished cooking. I believe they were prepared when they awoke in the morning.

When it was finished cooking, we ate, and I went to bring it to my son. I'm currently walking home with Mindy, just rubbing my head to remind myself that I still don't know how to get there. Even the address and the route's location are unknown to me. So, Mrs. and I are leaving. Like he did on my first day, Ferrer, will he pick me up and take me to his son's home.

Quickly if said, "Mindy, I'll go first, maybe Mrs. Ferrer is there in front of your house waiting."

He continued, "Okay, all right, be cautious you don't fall!" and I abruptly stumbled on a small rock.

I immediately got to my feet and shook my clothes off. As I turned to face the crowd, I noticed that they were all laughing. Even though my knee was a little uncomfortable, I chose to ignore it and forced myself to run.

I screamed as I approached Mindy's house from the other side, and I was not mistaken—Mrs. Mindy's car was already there, next to Mindy's house. Ferrer. When I approached the car and rapped on the window, Mrs. Ferrer quickly glanced out the window and gave me a horrified face.

"Oh, where are you from, and why are you sweating so much and being so short of breath right now?"

I'm still catching my breath today. "I-I just went with my cousin to take my son to school... and I wasted money so I just ran home."

I flung open the car door and stepped inside. "Come here, come in so you can get some air."

I don't want to lose my mind from the wind.

Please provide me with Sir Xander's home's address so you won't have to bother picking me up here, Mrs. Ferrer.

It spoke and I just remained silent. It said, "No worries ija, I don't have a problem with the delivery pick you up then I'm not the one who d-drive. Anyway, even if I tell you it will still be difficult for you to get in because if you co-commute there is no car planning to enter. It's time for you to walk, the distance will make you tired.

If she insists on it, it's not only better for me because I won't have to pay for transportation any more, but I also feel bad because Mrs. will put forth a lot of work. Ferrer? He also has a lot of responsibilities, so he's probably quite busy, and perhaps he's just fitting me into his schedule.

Mrs. left as soon as we arrived. Ferrer. I was dropped off in front of Sir Xander's residence. What should I say to her, I wondered?

Sir Xander still wouldn't let me open the door after I rang the doorbell a few times and no one answered. I continued to ring the doorbell.

I just let out a big laugh. I'm getting restless and wondering, "Is he furious at me?" I've pressed the doorbell a number of times, but nothing has happened. Maybe he isn't deaf, or maybe he is simply severely deaf!

I yelled, "Sir Xander!" at her.

I merely pondered whether or not I would kill him as I glanced at the door. Has he actually secured the door? Is what he said about not letting me in really true?

I tried to turn the doorknob and grinned when I realized it wasn't locked. He truly wants me here, tsk.

I suppose he's just scared me because he didn't lock it.

I unlocked it and entered. I walked while shouting, "Sir Xander, I'm already here," and then I slipped.

Ouch, I exclaimed.

I gradually lifted my head to stare at its obnoxious face, which said, "Surprise, welcome back."

I asked him sharply, "Shi— what was your trip huh." I felt as though my palm might be sticky, so I took a slow look at it and was a bit surprised.

What the heck is it, I thought to myself. I had moved to a white, rather sticky surface.

Before I turned my back on it, it said, "Stupid, it's called glue." Abah naman! I'm sure it helped me get ready for going back to his house!

The black jeans went white, and there was adhesive on the side of my buttocks as I gently got up.

Why is it a good thing I can't hold my phone because if I could, this would occur? I can definitely choke the boss. If I don't fix it before it breaks, it will simply break again, right? What other method can I utilize to speak with my son and Mindy?

I went to Sir Xander, who was currently reading the newspaper on the couch. Tsk, you're still wet and unconcerned with the world outside. He didn't even give me a passing glance; instead, he was intently reading the newspaper.

I drew nearer to him in an attempt to see what he was reading, but when he refused to look at me, I scowled. "Sir Xander, I'm not laughing at that, I'm just wondering about what you're reading okay. Are you also going to make me dislike the news paper?" Use calm words.

I'll just forget what he did to me a while ago, and now he wants to kiss me, so thank him! That attitude guy!

It feels good to touch his face with my two glue-covered hands!

It's a serious question, "Isn't it unpleasant to bother someone who's busy? It's not okay."

Stay if you say, "I'm sorry."

annoying, tsk! What have I done?

I turned away from him and went to the stairs before heading to my room. Perhaps it was the same as the first day I was here, I slowly opened the door before going in. I was unaware that the door was painted.

I didn't look down once I entered because the entrance was free of paint and water, allowing me to breathe easily. Perhaps all he had in mind was glue.

I stepped forward without looking down, failing to notice the scattered stones on the floor.

These tiny stones caused me to fall again, and this time, my ass stung. You're overreacting, Xander, remarked Gigil, who was shaken when he said it. Just be more patient, Elyse, and settle down! You can also tame Xander.

I stood up and picked up each marble that was strewn across the floor one by one before heading to the bathroom to take a shower. I washed my jeans, clothes, and bottoms using the soap provided.

After finishing up my getting dressed, I cleaned the room a little before heading outside and into the kitchen to start cooking. There were many meat dishes in the refrigerator when I opened it, but there were no vegetables to be found.

Immediately, Mrs. Ferrer came to mind. So, he makes the food purchases for Xander at home? Do his parents own the clothes and items in his home? He obviously doesn't have a job, so how can he make money or buy his own things?

What's that, Mrs. Ferrer's money den uses his car too? What the hell, Sir Xander? What would you do with your business if your parents passed away? What are your plans for the future? Are you going to take action, and does he have a life plan?

I initially sat down after cooking. Sir Xander, who resided here alone, sprang to mind at that very moment. He's been living here alone for how long; why doesn't he seem afraid? Or is he only depressed that no one is with him?

Someone slapped me on the forehead because they recalled all of a sudden. He moved because he wanted to be away from his parents and just be by himself, so that's why.

As soon as I stood up, I headed to Sir Xander's room. I kept knocking until someone answered. I widened the door even farther so I could enter freely and discovered it on his bed, unattended.

I stood with my arms folded and my shoulder on the door. I remarked and waited for it to respond, "Sir Xander I've already prepared don on the chin, if you want to eat just go don."

Two minutes later, it turned to face me and sternly questioned, "Just me?" His tone was always very solemn.

I replied, "Yes, I'm still full."

"Okay,"

I was about to say, "It's not a joke! I'm really hungry, let's eat Sir Xander," when I noticed someone sitting on the edge of his bed.

Sir Xander, are you drinking? "Ohh! Wow, there's wine!" I exclaimed in response to the question.

I scowled when he said, "I don't drink, it's just a show," adding that one bottle of wine was empty. So, is there currently such a display?

Its attachment. "Okay, I drink, but not a lot. Happy now?"

I simply grinned while giving him a close look. When does it resemble drinking? Was it a day ago?

I'm the only one, aren't I?

"No, if you want, buy yours."

If it had been booze, Aagawij would have grabbed it, but I moved away from him right away to prevent that.

You can just consume that bottle after drinking if you're being stingy; there are two more bottles left after the empty one.

He gave her his peace sign, "J-Joke." Does he dislike me because of this, perhaps?

Has a maid been drinking lately?

Yes, those maids are also people.

He threw out his hand and said, "Stupid! Just give me that." I'm afraid to give it to him because even if it's just a swallow, I want to taste it first.

I haven't had alcohol in a long time, but my sole concern is what I might do or be able to do when I'm inebriated.

You want something to drink?" I quickly nodded. I was shocked when he went to his cabinet and something was taken from him; yet, when he came over to me, he handed me a bottle.

I gave it a close look and wondered what it was.

I had a terrible look at him because of what he stated, "It's called foolish."