Chapter 17 Punishment
Gladys was confused.
What tricks? Why did he always speak to her with such condescension?
The irritation lingered.
Ignoring her, Zachary passed by Gladys with a frigid expression and settled at the dining table.
The day had been arduous, and he hadn’t enjoyed a proper lunch. Though the table held leftovers rather than a gourmet hotel meal, the subtle aroma was enticing.
He demanded, “My food.“”
Gladys frowned in confusion. When she understood what he meant, she smiled.
“Sorry, Mr. Bradshaw, I only cooked for Mars. I’m a babysitter, not your chef.”
She implied that there was no food for him.
He looked down on Gladys all the time. Now, Gladys would make him go hungry.
Zachary was surprised.
No food for him?
Good for her. How dare she!
“In this case, go clean the villa. Before you finish the job, no food or rest for you.”
What!
The house had an area of 500 square meters. It had three floors. He wanted Gladys
to clean it alone?
She wanted to argue.
Zachary raised his brows. “What? Aren’t you a babysitter? Mars lives here. It must be clean. Shouldn’t you do it? Is there a problem?”
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His rising tone was oppressive.
Gladys didn’t know how to retort his remark.
She had dug her own grave.
With a pout, Gladys took the broom and began cleaning.
Watching her bustle around, Zachary sneered.
There were always consequences for challenging him.
Zachary went into the kitchen, opened the freezer, and began to cook something for himself.
He had a chef in Nova City before. He hadn’t had the time to hire one here. Sucking at cooking, he could only order delivery or have quick–frozen food.
Now
w that Mars had had dinner, Zachary would make do.
After dinner, he worked in the study. Upon finishing that, he went to his room to get Mars to sleep.
He didn’t tell Mars he punished Gladys.
In Zachary’s arms, Mars whispered, “I like her. You won’t make her go, right?”
Squinting, Zachary patted him on the back.
He asked Mars carelessly, “Why do you like her?”
Mars answered, “I feel like she’s Mom.”
Zachary said nothing.
Sure enough, Mars saw Gladys as his mom.
Cold wind blew at night.
But Gladys didn’t feel cold. She was sweaty.
For the first time, she knew the pleasure of being rich.
Zachary’s residence boasted comprehensive facilities, featuring an outdoor pool and a gym on the third floor, a study and home theater on the second floor, and
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various living spaces, including a meeting room, kitchen, laundry room, and garden on the first floor.
The cleaning process took Gladys nine hours, concluding around 4 a.m.
Weary from her efforts, she grumbled, “What a heartless capitalist!” as she ascended the stairs.
Passing by Mars‘ room, she cautiously opened the door, which emitted a creaking sound.
Zachary, a vigilant light sleeper, immediately woke up.
Recognizing Gladys‘ footsteps, he sneered in the dark.
Despite her assertions of having no ulterior motives, he couldn’t shake the suspicion that she initially used Mars to secure her stay and was now attempting to infiltrate his bed.
Trying to get into his bed?
If Gladys knew what Zachary was thinking, she’d hit him in the head. Ridiculous!
She came to check up on Mars. Unexpectedly, she saw Zachary lying on the bed.
With a calm expression and long and slender eyes, he looked distinguished even in his sleep.
He slept on Mars‘ bed?
Gladys was surprised that Zachary was a good father.
Cautious not to disturb Mars, Gladys moved silently. She ensured he was well- tucked and the mosquito repellent was in place before leaving and gently closing the door.
Despite her desire to kiss her son, she refrained from doing so in Zachary’s presence.
Once the door was shut, Zachary, feigning sleep, opened his eyes in surprise.
He had pretended to sleep, curious about Gladys‘ intentions. However, it seemed her visit was solely to check on Mars, with little attention given to Zachary.
Somehow, Zachary felt she wasn’t what he thought of her.
