Chapter 137
__Next Morning___
Irish sat in the living room after breakfast, watching the documentaries that was being screened with Morgan.
Bodyguards were all over them and Irish felt so uncomfortable.
“Can you please make half of them stay outside, I’m almost choked” Irish said to Morgan. “Of course, Hardin make half of them stay outside, Irish’s feeling choked, it’s not good for her baby” Morgan said to the head of the bodyguards.
“Okay boss” Hardin bowed before carrying out the order.This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.
Catherine walked into the living room, dressed in a short purple velvet gown which showed off her great figure, with an elegant dark fur hat, high-heeled black shoes and an alligator bag.
She looked beautiful.
“Where to?” Morgan asked.
“Ana’s fashion store, i need to get some new wears” She said.
“Ohh.. okay, say hi to her for me”Morgan said.
“Alright and i think you should tune in to news” Catherine said, pointing to the TV before walking off with her escorts.
“Hey, change the channel” Morgan said to one of his bodyguards who quickly did so..
“I hope you like your room?” He asked.
“I love it! Totally” Irish smiled and Morgan couldn’t hide his grin.
“I’m glad you do” He said.
“You’re welcome into my room anytime though” He said and she nodded.
“I want to know more about your family” He said, sitting up and facing her.
“Okay.. i have a brother, he’s Arusha” Irish said, carefully watching his expression.
“Really? You have a brother? Morgan asked like he knew nothing about Arusha
‘yes! You fool! You went all the way to Singapore to threaten him’ Irish raged in her mind. “Yes, i do and i guess you saw my Mum yesterday” Irish said.
“I did but it seems she doesn’t like me, i hope your brother is going to like me though” Morgan said.
‘he hates you like shit!’
“He’s going to” Irish smiled.
“I can’t wait to meet him”
“I guess you already know my family” Morgan said.
You adopted piece of shit!
“Yeah, the Harlow’s” Irish smiled and Morgan nodded.
Morgan glanced at his wrist watch.
“You going out?” Irish asked.
“Yes but not yet, to meet some business partners” Morgan said.
“Okay, you won’t be staying long right? I enjoy your company” Irish said and Morgan’s heart almost bursted.
“I promise i won’t stay long, I’m going to leave immediately the business meeting is over!” Morgan said earnestly.
“Thank you” Irish smiled, resting her head on his shoulder and this time his heart tore open.
He was so elated and didn’t even waste time in caressing her hair.
“OMG! OMG!” His heart screamed.
She’s starting to fall for him!
This is so unbelievable.
His sweetness paid off.
Damn!
Maria placed some slices of strawberry cake on the table before Irish.
“Maria, how are you?” Irish smiled and she could see Maria hesitate in answering her.
“Ohh .. Morgan, it’s fine if Maria is free with me right?” Irish asked.
“Of course, you can make her your personal maid if you want” Morgan smiled, still caressing her hair.
“Really?”
“Of course” He said.
“A personal maid earn more than a non personal maid right?” Irish asked.
“Yes, thrice the pay of a non personal maid” Morgan said.
“Alright, she’s my personal maid starting from now” Irish said.
“As you wish darling” Morgan said.
“Thank you so much ma’am!” Maria screamed happily and Irish laughed.
“Hey! You’re going to block my ears!” Morgan yelled at Maria.
“I’m so sorry sir” Maria bowed immediately.
“You don’t have to yell, it’s quite stressful” Irish said calmly to Morgan, looking into his eyes. He almost melted.
“Okay, I’m going to stop yelling” He said.
“Good” Irish smiled.
“Go get your things from the workers quarters, you’ll be staying in the house now, the small room beside Irish’s”Morgan said.
“Thank you so much” Maria said with tears in her eyes.
“It’s okay, Mar” Irish said.
“Thank you ” Maria said once more, bowed before going to get her things.
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“I’ll get going” Morgan said, walking into the living room, dressed up.
“You look good” Irish commented.
“Thank you” Morgan was flattered.
“You should take good care of her while I’m gone” Morgan said to Maria, who nodded.
She was standing beside Irish which is part of her work now and she was so excited.
Morgan left with his bodyguards and Irish told Maria to sit.
“Huh?”Maria asked.
“Sit. Everyone of you should have your seat, rest and have fun” Irish said and the workers hesitated.
“I’m not against it, the people against it are out and if you feel you don’t want to have a little fun till they are back, then you can keep standing” Irish said and got to her feet.
The workers around dropped on the chair, sighing tiredly.
Irish smiled and made to walk to her room.
“You don’t have to come with me Maria” She said.
“I’m your personal maid now ma’am” Maria said.
“I know, I’m going to call you when i need you. Have fun with others” Irish said.
“Thank you ma’am” Maria smiled and Irish nodded.
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“Will you fucking get out of that room! Arin is sick and she’s not allowing Doc Luc touch her!” Mrs Harlow yelled, banging Ethan’s door.
His door flagged open in seconds and he headed to his daughter’s room.
He opened the door and met her on the phone, smiling.
Mr Harlow and Mrs Gabrielle were seated on the bed beside her and Doc Luc stood in a corner, Carl was crouched by her side.
“Didn’t you told me she was sick?” Ethan asked his Mum who was looking surprised. “She was, trust me. I don’t know what’s going on either” Mrs Harlow said, walking closer to them. “Who’s on the phone with her?” Ethan asked Carl.
“I.. i irish”Carl said and Ethan looked so pissed.
He cursed under his breath and patiently waited for the damn call to be over.
“Bye Irish, i promise I’m going to allow Doc Luc touch me.
“Good girl! I’ll be back soon okay?
“Okay Irish, bye” Arin smiled.
“Bye” Irish said disconnecting the call.
“How could you allow her speak to Irish! Why the hell did you call her and made Arin speak to her Are you crazy?” Ethan yelled at Carl.
“I’m sorry Mr Ethan, i didn’t call Irish, she called and… requested to speak to Arin. I’m so sorry” Carl said.
“She called?” Ethan asked and Carl nodded.
“She called my daughter in that thing house, this is just fucking crazy” Ethan laughed.