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"I went to the grocery store" Nola said after Harold asked her where she was.

"You should have sent one of the maids or better still tell me to order whatever you want to buy" Harold said.

"You know how much i like buying things myself. Is Ivory still asleep?" Nola asked.

"I guess. She hasn't come down" Harold said, he was watching a movie in the living room, he already dismissed his bodyguards.

"I should start preparing dinner" Nola said, hurrying to the kitchen"

"Call one of the maids to help you"

"No, I'll be fine by myself" Nola said.

"You're not allowing these maids do their work, they just clean the house and rest" Harold complained.

"But cleaning the house is part of working too. I've been cooking for years without anyone assisting me"

"But you allowed Irene assist you without hesitation. Is it that you don't like the maids or what?" Harold said.

"Ofcourse i like them, i don't just trust any of them. Remember Helena was poisoned and we don't know the culprit till now" Nola said sadly.

Harold sighed and dropped the remote control, wondering why she brought Helena into this.

"Yet you trust Irene so much" Harold said.

"You trust her too Harold" Nola said.

"Why do we trust her?" Harold asked rubbing the back of his neck.

"I don't know too, maybe it's because she obviously has a clean heart" Nola said.

"Of course, she's worth the trust" Harold said, thinking of Irene yet again.

"I'll be in the kitchen Harold" Nola said.

"Okay"

Harold rose to his feet and walked towards the stairs.

He's going to have a nice time in the garden.

Boredom is killing him already...

Normally he works on his computer,sleeps or take a walk when he's bored but he doesn't feel like doing any of those now.

He just want to be alone and think.

He doesn't even know what to think about but at least being in the garden would give him things to think about.

Looking at the trees and watching the butterflies fly are indeed beautiful.

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"Beautiful!" Irene grinned as she walked into her mum's room.

She left Damien in the kitchen to check on her and she was so glad she met her knitting Ivory's sweater.

She had described Ivory's size for her and her Mum had been so glad to start knitting it.

The knitting wool is purple and white.

Irene know ivory would love it.

Her favorite color is purple.

"C'mon, I'm not done with it yet" Mrs Neave said.

"I know but it's good looking already, it's gonna be great when you're finally done with it"

"Of course , i was born with this talent" Mrs Neave boasted and Irene laughed.

"You're the architect behind Damien's boasting" Irene said.

"Of course my son inherited that from me" Mrs Neave laughed.

"Okay, dinner will be ready soon. You need to put this down"

"But it's not ready yet" Mrs Neave shrugged.

"It will be ready soon"

" I'll put it down once it's ready" Mrs Neave said and Irene sighed.

She enjoys knitting alot.

"I knew you wouldn't succumb" Irene pressed her lips together...

"Then why did you suggest it to me" Mrs Neave said.

"Mum, you can continue tomorrow, just take a rest before dinner" Irene said.

"I'll take all the rest i want after dinner but for now, i should focus on this. That family has been good to you as you said and i should make sure the little girl's sweater comes out nice. It's a way of appreciation" Mrs Neave said.

"Of course i know mum but you've been on this since.... afternoon, it's evening already" Irene said.

"Rene, go attend to dinner. You know Damien would be on his phone and won't even know when the meal starts burning"

"Oh..my, that's true" Irene said, hurrying out of the room .

Mrs Neave smiled after her and continued knitting.

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"Why are you eating so slowly? It's not like the food is not delicious" Damien said, almost done with his own meal.

"That's true, Irene what's wrong?" Mrs Neave asked.

"Uh? Am i really eating slowly?" Irene asked.

"Of course sis" Damien said.

"I will eat normally then" Irene said.

She's really missing Harold's building.

She missed Ivory non stop talk during meal, the laughter they shared at the dining, the...

And she really missed how she secretly glance at Harold and sometimes catch him staring at her too.

Gosh.

"Is there another Harris in the picture?" Damien asked, serving himself another round of meal.

" Uh?" Irene asked.

"You keep smiling to yourself and just now you blushed" Damien said.

"Just shut up and eat" Irene said.

"If there's another Harris in the picture, i won't hesitate to punch him over and over again" Damien stated.

"There's no other Harris in the picture okay?" Irene said.

"Ohh Kay" Damien shrugged.

"And, i almost forgot. I hope those tiny teens of yours didn't step their feet into this house" Irene said.

"Well... they didn't" Damien lied.

"Like you would have told the truth" Irene

"I'm telling the truth, you can ask Mum" Damien pushed out his lips.

"Like you don't know she'll cover you up. You both are just....arrrgh!" Irene rolled her eyes.

"Does that mean I'm not allowed to date. I'm seventeen!" Damien frowned.

"Ofcourse you're allowed to date but not allowed to have tons of girls and keep making them cry" Irene said.

"They keep coming to me and... i don't want to hurt their feelings by refusing them"

"Can't you just choose the one you really like and let the rest of them go!" Irene said.

"Well...i don't really like anyone of them for now"

"Yet you keep having sex with them! That's more like taking advantage of their feelings for you and Damien, you've not arrived at your legal age yet. What you're doing is illegal!"

"I use protection" Damien defended.

"Whatever!" Irene shrugged.

"I'll be sleeping in your room till you leave" Damien said.

"Whatever!"

"Are you pissed at me?"

"Whatever!"

"Okay I'm sorry!"

"Whatever!"

"Irene!"

"Whatever!"

Mrs Neave watched their exchange, laughing.

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📞Hello" Harold's baritone voice pierced into her ear and her heartbeat increased.

She had been so nervous when she saw his call and it had took seconds before she could answer it.

Is he calling cause he missed her already?

Her cheeks flushed at that thought and she couldn't help but grin.

📞H..hi" She said calmly.

📞How have you been?

📞Fine, thank you.

📞Well...ivory wants to speak to you" Harold said and she felt disappointed.

He hadn't called cause he missed her, he had,cause ivory wanted to speak to her.

What the hell is she thinking?

Why would he miss her?.

"You're just his daughter's nanny and nothing more!!" Her mind screamed at her.

Harold left Ivory to speak with Irene while he walked to the window, peering out.

Her voice had lit his bored heart.

He hadn't only called her because ivory wanted to speak to her, he had wanted to hear her voice too.

He miss her presence in the library, dining room and all over the place.

Damn! She's only gone for two days,you don't even think of other nannies when they go for a week!

He sighed, watching how people moved about in the street.

Ivory was still on the phone with Irene and she was sounding so excited.

She doesn't even sound this excited when she's speaking with her mother.

Talk of the devil!

He saw Carrle's car parked right in front of the building.

What the hell does she want! It's not time to visit Ivory yet but he was surprised and almost shocked to see Alex step out of the car and not only Alex...

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