Chapter 27

Why are you still awake at this time, and what are you doing?

I raised an eyebrow at him and said, "Hello? I should be questioning you, what are you doing outside at this time and why are you still awake at this time."

She is now dressed, indicating that she actually went somewhere significant. I instantly felt interested, and I really wanted to ask him anything, but my tongue just wouldn't budge.

I'm merely breathing fresh air outside.

I hope if you offer an excuse it will be persuasive if I remark, "Wow! It's so cold then you walk out to get some air. Isn't it cold enough in your room huh?"

Are you finished?

Which one then?

He replied, "Dumaldal," and turned away from me. I ran after him right away and grabbed his elbow, but he escaped my grasp entirely. When a gun unexpectedly fell to the ground as we were about to climb the stairs, I was startled to see it. I laughed and quickly grabbed it.

You Sir, the big one, still adore these toys, pfft.

He grabbed the toy gun out of my hand and tucked it behind him, saying, "What the hell, give me that!"

Do you have another toy there? Let's play shooter if you're still embarrassed.

It disturbed me since it was a real vow, "Just shut your mouth if you don't want to die."

I gave him a gentle tap on the shoulder and said, "Okay, naughty! Tsee!" before entering the room and retiring to sleep.

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My phone rang out of the blue and I was able to stand up.

I adjusted my hair to see whether Mrs. Ferrer was on the phone. I believe you called in the morning, Mrs. Ferrer, so I'll just close my eyes, dabog ko.

Just before I answered the call, I changed my voice. Greetings, Mrs. Ferrer.

[Hello Ija, how are you and my son doing today?

[I'm delighted this gave me a chance. The morning was difficult due to Mrs. What's so secret about it, Ferrer?

I responded, "If Sir Xander is fine, I'm fine."

[Are you certain my son is alright? Has he not yet told you? [I suddenly remembered Mrs.'s query. Ferrer.

Story? What tale? Should I still tell her that last night we were simply talking and having s*x and love? Just that he might have given some attention to what I'm instructing his son in. Maybe you think I'm mistaken about the rudeness I'm teaching!

The truth is, Mrs. Ferrer, your son and I were watching the show, then yesterday we had a drink and then we both got drunk, I was the only one who got drunk. "Nothing, we just ate last night and I cleaned up after he watched the show."

[Oh, is that true?]

I agreed and nodded.

Have you finished cooking, by the way?

[He asked while scowling at me.

Huh? What? Cook ?! This Mrs. means business. Ferrer, it's still early. I look at the time with wide eyes. Nearing nine in the morning? With these blinds, I might even be able to close my eyes... The passage of time appears to be deceiving me.

Once more, it spoke. My son, did you just finish eating? ]

I said before he dropped the connection, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Ferrer, if I go to the bathroom, my tyan will suddenly pain! Goodbye, be careful!

I guess I became tense when I was suddenly grabbed by the chest. Sir Xander was probably still asleep when I hurriedly got up and went to the kitchen because I didn't see him. I've sped up the cleaning and cooking in the den.

I take a break by sitting in a chair after cooking. A short while later, I stood up to head to Sir Xander's room. As I prepared to knock, the door unexpectedly opened.

His hair is still damp, so I wonder whether he just got out of the shower. Did he take a bath, I wonder? I'm not sure if it's water or perspiration. He then appeared to smell like sweat.

I greeted him with a smile and said, "Good morning, Sir Xander," so I was taken aback when he quickly covered his nose.

The smell of your breath is terrible, man.

I took a big inhale, covered my mouth, and asked, "Does it stink?," frowning because it did. I neglected to clean my teeth. But how can I brush my teeth when I haven't had anything to eat? Do I need to brush my teeth before a meal? Simply a fool?

Dagdaga den nito: "Then you have muta in your eyes." In quick muta, I cleaned my face and took out the toppings that were in my eyes. I caught myself staring at me and realized I needed to get ready before I left the room.

What country are you from, Sir?

Answer it with "working out." He's now perspiring so heavily that it feels like he's being bathed in perspiration, which is why.

I put my thoughts to rest when I saw that he was still concealing his nose.

I asked it a serious inquiry, "Is that how you actually stink my breath?" and it merely nodded.

I want to be upset with him, but it's acceptable because I do have bad breath. We went downstairs and got to dining together.

When I looked up at him, he was now giving me a serious face and asked, "Why did you wake up for so long, I've been hungry before."

Why don't you cook so you can eat, I ask you?

As I previously warned, his behavior will now change. "Am I your assistant huh?" Tsk, still strange and bizarre.

What else do you anticipate, Elyse? Her mood is so erratic; she will occasionally become suddenly kind, or perhaps she is stuck and unable to respond to queries, in which case she will alternate between talking too much and too little. The mess, yes?

I murmured, "The time if asleep." Last night, wasn't he still speaking to me? Daren called first, and then Mindy followed.

I received a forehead slap that said, "So what? Is it my fault? If you don't want to be fired, repair your work." I warned you, Elyse, to get well quickly since he's acting like way once more. Crazy Xander is furious at this.

I quickly shut my mouth because I didn't mean to say that. "Do you have wind in your brain sir? Or perhaps you have an attitude disorder." Este, I didn't actually mean to say that; I just thought it should be said in a grating way!

If I wasn't your boss, I would have hacked you to death, so it's a good thing I'm extremely compassionate, I know how to feel sad tsk!

I just kept eating until I wondered why he is suddenly quiet now when last night, he was even more chatty than I was. Maybe the people around me were talking too quietly.

What is the size of, Sir Xander?

It was 10 inches when I last checked, he said.

Because of what he said, I suddenly sneezed, the rice I had eaten spilled out of my nose, and the others flew directly at Sir Xander.

I'll just inquire as to the size of his brief because I lack anything else to say or inquire about. "T-Tang*again! What am I eating! Then that's not what I mean!"

He cleaned his face and took out the rice. Okay, I guess I should apologize for that. Simply put, he doesn't seem to be having it. It's a good thing he didn't become upset because I was stuck thinking about what he said while he just kept eating.

What? 10 inches? That's a big blessing ... char, okay, good luck Sir Xander then. But that blessing, if he doesn't even use it, many women will fall for Sir Xander when they find out that he's grown up, she'll really make you feel bad!

"What about the depth you're thinking about? It's just that your mouth doesn't have enough entrance for the fly because it's already open." As soon as I covered my mouth and just shook the den.

"It's just because I'm hungry sir." I said.

Why did you choose to live here, sir? You can't see people or cars, and you don't have a neighbor. Don't you want marriages? You don't need to buy CCTV because you have a neighbor.

What are you saying, I ask?

Occasionally, sir, slow down. "I told you eh, you don't get it."

I simply gave it a shake before eating it.

Sir Xander asked, "Last night, where were you going? You haven't answered my inquiry yet, have you?" He gave her a careful look, which made me complain because it pinched his brow.

His tone is grave, "Stop chatting, just eat your food."

I made a pact to simultaneously cross my arms and say, "Eh, I'm done eating." I'm very sorry, Sir Xander, but you still can't answer my simple question.

If you don't want me to get angry with you, stop asking.

I'm just exhausted, so I won't ask you any more questions. Tsk, my query is straightforward; in fact, since he won't disclose, I'm even more interested in where he went earlier because it's probably a secret.

"Sir Xander, I have another query: why aren't you and your mother close? I mean, why don't you chat to her a lot?"

"I'm a mama's boy. Honestly, whenever I'm hurt, I always come to her and ask for help, but time goes by. By its getting different. I want to handle it alone, I don't want to rely on someone, I want to stand on my own. I won't lie to her if she asks, then I'll answer it honestly. That's why I am trying to distance myself from her because I am avoiding those questions she wants to ask.

I absolutely ask, "You have a secret that you don't tell your mom, is that what you mean?"

"I don't know. I don't want to talk about it. And as if you want to know more about me as I know my mom sent you, I don't need to ask you if I'm right because I know I am. So, what now? You're going to tell my mom that I have a secret or whatsoever? She sends you here not just to clean my house, and cook. I'm not stupid like you, she sends you here too to collect information from me. You can only gather a portion of the information you seek, not all of it.

Therefore, he is familiar with everything. It turns out that calling the helper was a mistake; is it wrong that I merely want to make it possible for her mother to visit her? If I were in Mrs. Ferrer's shoes, perhaps I would take this action.

Sir Xander, calm down. "Your mother just wants to be close to you.

I don't have to be mad at him since what he said is true; it's just a little frustrating that he labeled me stupid, but maybe I am; that's what he said.

She is aware of my change, and I don't want to revert to the weak and clumsy Xander of old. I'm not that kind of person right now.

He was actually trying to find a way to avoid being close to Mrs. Ferrer since he truly wanted to be near his mother. What have you got? If the child has a problem with the parents, shouldn't he come first? If the child has a secret and a problem, there is nothing wrong with telling Mrs. Ferrer that she is his mother.

I'll question, "Is being weak bad? Why is there something wrong with being weak?" He was angry because he had to say no.

Yes, because if you're weak, others will make fun of you, bully you, mock you, and utilize you. You are then weak. "

When I looked him in the eyes, I noticed that he was experiencing a range of feelings that I am unable to describe.

"I won't let you leave if you're not going to assist my mother. Before I was left alone, it continued, "Stay here whenever you want, I don't care as long as you're not going to help my mum.

What? I'm perplexed because I want to support Mrs. Ferrer and I understand how she feels as a mother, but I also want to continue working at this position right now. Which would I pick?

Sir Xander wants to know the explanation behind why he doesn't want to be close to his mother so that I can comprehend. Okay, I'll consider that factor before determining my course of action. Let's decide to stay at his house for the time being to ensure everything runs smoothly.

I got up and began to tidy up. I first cleaned the house a little, and then I collected my clothes and Sir Xander's clothes to wash. I noticed a card in his pant pocket as I was examining those clothes.

I don't read the card, but it says "Red Nax Company." a calling card I believe I'd be comfortable in such company, so why not? What day is that? I can't recall.

When my phone rang, I nearly jumped in surprise. To see who you are phoning, I sigh.

Greetings, Mindy.

[Elyse ... I'm sorry for the delay.

I interrupted him before he could finish.

I bluntly stated, "I won't take your apology unless it is for what you said to me earlier. I don't like plastic, be honest Mindy, so if you're sorry then OK we'll say goodbye but if not don't talk to me first."

When I consider what he said, I still find myself irritated with him. There is nothing wrong with his sympathizing with my son in the decision he had previously wished to make, especially when he remarked that he sees himself in my son. She didn't even consider how her mum would react if her dad was the one she chose that day; I'm simply staring at you, you wouldn't regret it more!

Only Mindy, the cousin I think of as my own sister, is this close to me out of all my cousins. The only people who get along and comprehend one another are us. I didn't think we'd get to this stage, and I don't want it to become worse either since I don't want to break up with him; all I want is for him to start learning right away.

[P-I'm sorry, E-Elyse, don't act that way toward me. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cause a fight between the two of us.]

Even though its speech was stuttering, I could still hear every sob.

The more I heard it, the more it cried, "I know the difference between purposely and unintentionally Mindy, don't make me stupid."

He is becoming acclimated to the concept that I swiftly pardon him when he misbehaves; he simply needs to catch on.

[I'm sorry, but I'm mistaken. Please tell me how we're doing, Elyse. ]

[Why are you crying, Aunt Mindy?

On the other end of the line, I could hear my son.

[Who is Aunt Mindy or that mother?]

Did you fight Tita, mom? [He had previously been crying.] He seemed to have taken Mindy's phone.

Was it my fault? I had a sudden sense of guilt. What makes him think that I will agree with what he said in that manner? Do I no longer have the authority to correct or tell him something?