The Billionaire I Fell In Love With

Morgan’s room is the next to search for the necklace but she can’t possibly do that now or Catherine would get suspicious.

Irish stepped into her room and saw Maria holding a glass cup of chilled strawberry juice. “Uh.. thank you but i don’t remember asking for.. that” she said.

“I thought this might help, you looked pretty upset” Maria said.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“Ohh… thank you ” Irish smiled, she gulped the juice and sighed, dropping the remaining on her bedside table.

“I’ll be going to seeing to see Lucas tomorrow ma’am”

“Ohh.. really?” Irish smiled and Maria nodded.

“Say hi to her for me and Gemma also”

“Okay ma’am” Maria smiled.

“Anna will be making some cakes for me today, you should take some for them tomorrow” Ireish said, gulping the remaining juice.

“Thank you so much ma’am, i.. can’t place a finger on why you’re so nice to me, you.. you gaveme an expensive body lotion and even made me earn more by making me your personal maid… I’m so thankful ma’am”Maria said, sniffing back tears.

“Com’on, and I’m not comfortable with the ‘ma’am” Irish sighed.

“There’s no other way i can address you ma’am, you’re boss’s wife”

“I’m not his wife!” Irish said sharply.

“Uh… you’re fiancee then” Maria said.

“None of that! Im not even his girlfriend” Irish said.

“Really? What are you to him then?”Maria asked, astonished.

“It’s a bit complicated… so, I’d like you to call me Irish whenever we’re alone”

“Ahh…” Maria sighed.

“It shouldn’t be so difficult to do, it seriously makes me feel uncomfortable. Don’t worry about Catherine, she won’t know anything about it, you’ll only get to call me that when we’re alone” Irish assured.

“Okay ma’ Irish….” Maria smiled.

She returned the glass cup while Irish walked into the bathroom to call Carl.

He had insisted they communicate in the bathroom even after the camera was removed.

“Morgan, you’re going to get drunk” Catherine said to Morgan over dinner.

“Yeah, i want to. I’m excited” Morgan said tipsily.

“I’ll be attending a dinner party soon, i won’t get to watch over your drunk-self, it’s better you stop drinking” Catherine said.

“Irish’s here”Morgan smiled.

“Huh?” Irish asked.

“You’re going to stay with him when he gets drunk”

“Why?” Irish asked.

“He tend to hurt himself, like smacking the bedside lamp on his head or cutting his body with a sharp object” Catherine said.

“What!” Irish exclaimed.

“Yeah” Catherine nodded.

“His bodyguards can watch over him right?” Irish asked.

” They have no ‘feminine touch’ to keep him calm” Catherine smiled.

“Ohh.. i think you should stop drinking Morgan” Irish said and he didn’t say anything.

He only threw back his head.

“He’s drunk already, the wine is pretty strong” Catherine said..

“Ahhh” Irish groaned.

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Irish sighed as she sat on Morgan’s couch and watched over him.

He was laying on the bed, drunk and ranting.

Catherine said she can leave after he sleeps off but he’s yet to do so.

She’s dressing up for the dinner party.

He suddenly sat up and pointed to her.

“Yo.. u you you you” He sang, rubbing his palm on his face.

Irish sighed, she got on her feet.

She sat on his dressing chair which wasn’t too far from his bed.

She wouldn’t want him to get hurt under her care even though she hates being here right now watching over a drunk Morgan.