Chapter 95
This matter couldn’t be discussed any further. The more they talked, the more Anderson might read into it.
Mayra’s feet were bound up with gauze. As she got up from the window. seat, she stuffed the half–eaten biscuit into Anderson’s hand. “You’re you, and Gordon is Gordon.”
An unknown emotion flickered in Anderson’s eyes. He thought of one thing. in his mind but said another, “Is this biscuit bad?”
Wearing oversized slippers, Mayra walked without difficulty, and her feet weren’t hurting. “It’s too sweet. I don’t like it. Andy, let’s go downstairs for food. I’m hungry.”
Mayra descended the stairs while Anderson followed behind. By the time they reached the ground floor, the biscuit in his hand had disappeared.
Anderson had already finished that half–piece of biscuit. Mayra was always like this. Though she didn’t like the food, she couldn’t bear to throw it away since she knew what it felt like to be hungry. So, she always gave Anderson whatever she couldn’t finish eating.
Even though he didn’t enjoy some of the food she gave him, he would
finish it every time. Over time, Mayra got used to doing this.
During dinner, there was plenty of food on the table to ensure Mayra ate enough. The dishes served today were all to her taste.
“Take your time. No one’s going to steal it from you.”
Mayra shoveled coleslaw into her mouth and gnawed on a drumstick until her mouth was full of grease. She nodded while chewing.
“I’ve moved all your things from Oakware Bay back here. You’ll live here with me from now on. I’ve also arranged a driver for you to go to school. Wherever you go, there will be someone to pick you up.’
Mayra couldn’t escape in the end. She had to stay by Anderson’s side.
“What’s wrong? You don’t want to live with me?”
Mayra shook her head. “No, I want to.”
For her sake, Anderson dismissed all the maids at the Barlow mansion, leaving only Julia.
Mayra knew Julia from her past life. Julla worked for Sonia and had been Anderson’s maid since childhood. She had a certain amount of authority in the Barlow family.
After Anderson moved out of Barlow Estate, Julia moved into the Barlow mansion to take care of Anderson’s daily life.
As pleasant as it sounded, she was essentially Sonia’s spy Anderson’s every move.
to monitor
Since Mayra and Anderson had their meal at 4:30 pm, they considered it their dinner for the day.
Upstairs in the study, Julia said, “Mr. Anderson, I’m the only one here now. I won’t be able to manage everything by myself. I’m thinking of hiring some maids to handle the cleaning on an hourly basis. They’ll leave once the job is done.
“This way, we can ensure the mansion stays clean and they won’t disturb Ms. Sadler. What do you think, Mr. Anderson?”
Anderson, clad in a black shirt with a deep red vest over it, stood by the floor–to–ceiling window with a cigarette in his hand.
“I won’t interfere with the affairs of the Barlow mansion. You’ve been with the Barlow family for so many years. You should know what to do.”
As he extinguished the half–smoked cigarette in his hand, he looked sharply at Julia. “And you should also know what you should say and what you shouldn’t. Right, Julia?”
Frowning, Julia earnestly said, “Mr. Anderson, you shouldn’t have brought her back.”
