Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 908: Chapter 908: The Plot on TV Simply Won’t Happen

The Housekeeper had a fleeting thought, but as soon as it came up, he dismissed it.

“Forget it, I’ll tell her later to not bother.”

“Hmm.”

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Gigi woke up an hour after her nap, and Lyle Westbrook carried her downstairs, just about to have the report he wanted delivered to him.

Then he saw an unfamiliar Maid carrying a bowl of steaming hot porridge coming his way.

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His Peach Blossom Eyes suddenly narrowed.

He did not remember ordering anyone to cook porridge.

Whether out of nervousness or clumsiness, just as she reached near the sofa, she stumbled, tilting the bowl in her hand and some porridge spilled out, flowing onto her hand. Probably scalded, she let out a scream of ‘ah,’ and the bowl flew out of her hand—

The boiling hot bowl of porridge splashed towards the little girl playing on the sofa.

“Be careful!” Lyle Westbrook’s body reacted quickly; he sprang up, blocking the path of the porridge with his back while simultaneously picking up the oblivious little girl.

A loud ‘bang’ was heard.

The scorching-hot porridge splashed onto the man’s back, and he grunted in pain, holding the little girl. The porridge bowl crashed to the ground with a crisp clatter!

A series of noises drew others over, and upon seeing the mess in the living room, they were all startled.

“Young Master Lyle, I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry… It wasn’t on purpose…” The Maid, who had clumsily spilled the porridge, started to cry, while simultaneously pulling out a Tissue and proceeding to help the man wipe the traces of porridge on his clothes.

Her audacity left everyone else dumbfounded, forgetting to stop her.

“I’m sorry… Young Master Lyle…” Her hands flustered as she frantically wiped his back.

The closer she got, the more she could smell the faint scent of magnolia on the man, and her heart fluttered, her eyes still brimming with tears as her cheeks slowly began to flush red.

The next second, her wrist was seized!

While still immersed in the sensation on her wrist, suddenly, a piercing pain shot through the bones of her wrist.

Her blushing face turned pale in an instant, and she screamed, “Ah—”

Lyle released his hand, and her left hand clutching the Tissue was left limp, the bones clearly broken.

“If you can’t do anything right, those hands are useless to you!”

She was drenched in cold sweat from the pain, and in her panic, all the random thoughts that had flooded her mind vanished.

Lyle Westbrook’s Peach Blossom Eyes swept over the overturned porridge on the floor, and upon seeing shrimp in the porridge, his gaze grew even icier, “Throw her out; I don’t want to see her again.”

“Yes, Young Master Lyle.”

The Housekeeper didn’t dare delay for a second and hurriedly dragged the trouble-making Maid out.

He now fully realized that he hadn’t overthought it; Talia had really taken a fancy to Young Master Lyle. And her brain must’ve been squished in a door, thinking she could emulate the plot of a melodramatic soap opera, wanting to craft a story where the aloof Young Master falls for the clumsy Maid.

She truly was mad!

Under normal circumstances, which irrational Young Master would fancy a Maid who couldn’t even do her job properly?

Moreover, as the Miss’s Maid, had she forgotten the doctor’s orders? The Miss had just recovered from a high fever and should not eat greasy foods, especially seafood. Yet she added shrimp to the porridge, no wonder Young Master Lyle was furious.

‘Never wanting to see her again’ probably means she shouldn’t stay in Yluria Country or Country T anymore.

The daydreaming Maid was dragged away, while others hurriedly said, “Young Master Lyle, you’ve been burned on the back, should we call a doctor for you?”