Babysitting The Billionaire’s Adult Son

It is a new day, and the guys have left the house, leaving Melanie to herself inside the big mansion since she won’t be going to the office. She has been feeling sick lately, so she take a week off from work to attend to her sickness.

“I can’t imagine I’m still feeling hungry after consuming a load of food.” Melanie groans, striding down the stairs in her loose outfit. Her hair was packed in a messy bun and she has a bowl of cereal in her right hand.

She strolls to the living room and plunges into the nearest couch with a loud grunt. “What should I do with this new me? Feeling sick at any slight thing, and eat three times the usual.” she sighs as she picks up the control to switch on the TV.

After turning on the TV, she switches the channel to her favourite show, and she relaxes on the couch to enjoy her favourite show, with a bowl of cereal beside her on the couch.

“Oh, the main character has been fired from partaking in the final season of the show due to allegations of sexual misconduct?” Melanie read out loudly, she kisses her teeth angrily at the news. She dips her spoon inside the bowl and scoops a large quantity of cereal inside the spoon. She raises it to her mouth and munches on it angrily.

“What else is there to watch when they decide to remove the main character for personal reasons? Without consulting the viewers!” she rolls her eyes and switches off the TV in annoyance.

“I would rather clean the whole house than continue the show without any hope of seeing the main character.” she dips her spoon inside the bowl but gets surprised to meet an empty bowl.

“I got here exactly five minutes ago, and I only dip my spoon inside the bowl twice, so where did the cereal go?” she gasped in shock, staring at the bowl with a confused look plaster on her face.

She stands up from the couch. “Everything annoys me!” she cries out, picking up the bowl and strides towards the kitchen to wash the bowl.

After rinsing the bowl in clean water, Melanie set the bowl on the counter and stroll out of the kitchen with a neatly folded napkin in her hand.

“Since I truly have nothing to do,” she pauses, glancing around the living room to see it was a bit sloppy.

“Let’s clean the house, shall we?” she grins happily.

After cleaning the sitting room, she heads straight up the stairs to clean Archie’s room, follow by Mr Gordon’s room, since her room is spanking clean.

After wiping and rearranging the furniture in Mr Gordon’s room, she mops the floor and arranges his bed to her taste.

She stares around the room and a smile escapes her mouth. “Oh, my God! I’m so tired.” she groans and falls flat on the bed. “… and hungry.” she yawns, rubbing her weary eyes lazily.

“Should I call Alfred to come back home and make me lunch?” she rolls on the bed, grunting as she feels something moving uncontrollably in her belly.

Melanie sighs sadly when she remembers he has a business conference to attend in the state. And he won’t be back until the end of the week. “I can’t possibly interrupt his business with my selfish reason.” she gets off the bed, dragging her feet from the bed. Ready to head back to her room.

She bumps into the conjoined slab with the bed, letting the content on the table litter on the floor.

“Oops,” she gasps, seeing files everywhere on the floor. She whines and squats on the floor to pack the files. She sights a purse and stretches out her hand to pick it up, a picture dropped from the purse catching her attention.

“Whose picture is this?” Melanie mumbles, she stretches her neck to gaze at the picture. Her eyes widen in shock when she beholds the face.

She hastily picks up the picture and stands up on her feet. She raises the picture to her face, with hands trembling in fear. “What in the name of fuck is this?” she half yells, moving a palm to her mouth, suppressing herself from screaming out loud.

“The necklace!” she cries, lifting forward her palm to her chest, slowly caressing the pendant that rests gently on her chest. “It can’t be.” she shakes her head nervously, scampering out of the room, leaving for her room.

Her legs shake terribly as they journey her back to her room in a ferocious manner. She grabs the doorknob and twists it open.

Upon entering her room, she speeds over to her bed and squatted to the level of the cabinet beside her bed. She pulls it open and grabs her purse, her eyes not leaving the picture in her hand.

She grabs the purse and zips it open. Melanie shut her eyes tightly as she turns over the purse, letting the content inside litter the tiles floor.

She remains quiet for a while, calming herself as she doesn’t seem to be ready for the truth. She exhales deeply before slowly creeping her eyes open.

Her eyes go straight to the necklace on the floor, and a light gasp escapes her mouth as she stretches her hand to pick it up.

Melanie fetches the necklace with a half-moon pendant from the floor, she stands up, scrutinizing it closely with her heart thumping in fear.

“Please, let it not be what I’m thinking.” she shakes her head vigorously with tears streaming out of her eyes. ‘How can Alfred involve in the incident of that night?’ she shakes the thought of her head.

She finds the thought so silly and absurd.

She drops to the bed and places the necklace on her lap. She places her hand on her chest, rubbing the pendant with tears in her eyes. She turns the necklace around and undoes the hook.

She take a deep breath before dropping the necklace on her lap, besides the one she brought out of her purse. The one from her purse has a hidden history behind it, while the one from her neck was given to her by the man she loves dearly.

She put the two together, forming a full moon, with two neck chains. Her gaze unconsciously drifts to the picture, Melanie screams distinctly when she notices the resemblance between the pendant in her hand and the one in the picture.

“Just who is she? And why did she possess the two necks?” she tilt her head to the side, thinking about the hard puzzles.

“Could he be… It can’t be!” she rasps and hastily gets up from the bed.

“I need someone to confirm these for me.” she wipes her tears, picking up the key to her green Lamborghini from the nightstand.

‘But who? Whom shall I seek for my answers? Does anyone have answers to my riddle?’ she thought, not knowing who to seek.

Her head snaps forward when her mind drifts to someone, she nods her head and flashes out a faint smile.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“Andy! I need to find Andy, he’s the only one that can help me solve this riddle. He’s my only hope.” she blurted out, dashing off the house, totally forgetting about her sickness and hunger.