The Billionaire I Fell In Love With

Irish” Her mum’s voice broke into her thoughts. Mum, how are you?” Irish xsmiled.

I’m fine Irish and you?

I’m good mum. I hope Arusha left you some food before leaving.

“Of course he did, he even made us lunch in advance. My son is so caring and responsible you know” Mrs Helen giggled and Irish laughed.

“How’s Daddy’s health? Hope he’s getting better?” Irish said. Yes he is. We all miss you”

“Me too mum, I’m guessing you’ll be so bored,” Irish said sadly.

“Not really, i listen to some music while i make new model wears for our old clients, and Arusha is always here to keep my Company. Wait it’s been five years and some months since you moved to California, why are you suddenly acting like you left home yesterday or so?”

“C’mon mum! I’m just worried, I mean I speak to you almost everyday when I was not working here yet. I don’t feel like I’m away from home expect when I think about Dad. But since I started working here, I’ve felt like I just left home. Tell me did Arusha bring anyone home yesterday?”

“No” Mrs Helen lied. “You sure mum?

“Of course Irish” Mrs Helen said.

Arusha had begged her not to tell Irish and she wasn’t even gonna tell her in the first place.

She know Irish always quarrel with Damien over the girls he brings home, even when he was away from home the both siblings will still act like they’re together.

I hope you’re enjoying your work place?” Her mother asked. “Totally Mum, it feels so great and everyone is so nice to me.

“I’m so happy to hear that. I’ll call you back Irish. My favorite TV programme is about to start. ” Ohh… Okay Mum. Bye.”

“Bye.

Her conversation with her Mum took her mind off the room she was thinking about. She yawned and considered taking a nap.

“What desert are we having?” Irish asked Gabrielle. They were both preparing lunch in the kitchen. “Salad and cherry cobbler” Gabrielle said.

“okay” Irish said and started bringing out the things needed for it. Gabrielle stirred the boiling soup on the fire and then closed it back.

Irish sniffed the aroma and smiled.

“You really are a great cook” She said to Gabrielle

“You’re one too Irish, we’re gonna exchange ideas once we’re done making lunch” Gabrielle said and Irish nodded.

She loved cooking.

She had so many recipes in her head, her mother was indeed a great cook and Irish inherited that from her.

“I should allow you to make the meals but Ethan doesn’t allow anyone else make his meal but me” Gabrielle said.

“I understand, he’s someone who need to have a cook he really trusts.” Irish said.

“Yes, there are so many maids in the house but i don’t even allow them join me in the kitchen. No one is to be trusted” Gabriellesaid.

She had stopped trusting the workers after Carrle was poisoned.

She knew it was one of them. Definitely one of them working with Morgan but there was no proof and knowing the person who had killed Carrle is still in house, terrifies her.

“Anything wrong?” Irish asked Gabrielle

“No, just thinking about what to make for dinner” Gabrielle said. “Ohh… if it’s that, there’s a meal i have in mind” Irish smiled. “Really? Which meal is that?” Gabrielle asked.

“Spiky pickle relish” Irish said and Gabrielle eyes widened.

“Wow! I’ve been watching videos on that meal and I’ve never gotten it” “I’ll be glad to teach you” Irish said.

“And I’ll be glad to learn” Gabrielle smiled glad that her lie had turned out well.

She’s gonna learn something! Some lies do turn out good though.

But it’s definitely not good to lie.

Irish selected Arin’s house wear while Arin showered.

She’s back from school and she had been so happy to announce to them that she got the highest score in her test.

She boasted to Irish that she had always scored the highest and will make sure it remains that way till she graduated.

Arin is such an intelligent kid, she’s a child any parents would pray to have.

Irish settled for a black leggings and blue tank top, she shut the wardrobe close after picking out Arin’s undies.

She turned to the shoe rack and selected a pair of blue slippers which has white designs on it.

She dropped the clothes on the bed and the slippers slowly to the floor. She then opened Arin’s drawer and picked her body oil.

“Arin are you okay?” She asked after waiting for almost thirty minutes.

“Yes i am. Someone touched me without washing his hands, i have to scrub his filthy hands off my body” Arin responded from the bathroom.