The Woman Owns the Billionaire

The servant's gossip

Jova awakens when the sun has yet to fully reveal itself. She saw that the burly arm was still coiled around her stomach, making Jova unable to move freely throughout the night.

He put the hand away slowly, then got out of bed without looking at Morgan who was still asleep tired. Jova goes to Sean's room, but her son and Ella are no longer in the room.

“Where's Sean?” Jova panicked not seeing her son because she felt she was in a foreign place.

Jova went down the stairs, walking to find Ella's whereabouts until the steps stopped when she heard the waiter talking in the kitchen.

“While she is not as pretty as Madam Luna, surely she is the one who teased Mr first.”

“True, even though Mrs Luna is good, where maybe you are just interested in the woman. Surely the woman seduced, then gave her a child, so the Master brought her here.”

“Licik once, I so do not want to serve him.”

“You don't talk much. If you know, then your history runs out!” A middle-aged servant reminded the younger servant there to be careful in speaking.

The three maids finally shut up and did their job.

Jova took a deep breath and sighed slowly. He had prepared the heart for the scorn and humiliation he had, sure enough, he had gotten it from the servants.

Jova also chose to continue the steps to find Sean. Until he found Ella who was playing Sean on the front page.

“Sean.” Jova developed a smile as she looked at Sean, even the unsavory remark about him was ignored at the sight of how cheerful the son was.

“See, Mama is awake. Say hello to Mama.” Ella waved Sean's hand at Jova.

Jova walked over, still in her pajamas and directly carrying Sean.

“What is he fussing about?” ask Jova to Ella.

“No, Mistress. Sean slept very soundly, even just once awake asking for milk. He is also easy to invite, not afraid even though we just met,” replied Ella who really likes Sean.

Jova smiled then cradled her baby in a sling while enjoying the fresh morning air.

In the room, Morgan had just woken up and did not find Jova in bed. The man wakes up to look for Jova's whereabouts, but the phone on the nightstand rings and Luna's name is plastered there.

“Halo.” Morgan answered the call as it was impossible to continue ignoring.

“Are you home today? Yesterday you said you were going home today,” said Luna from across the phone.

Morgan massaged his forehead, it seemed like Bastian did reply to Luna's message and said that he would be coming home today.

“Ya, but I will go directly to the company,” reply Morgan with a raucous voice.

In Luna's room, the woman listened carefully to Morgan's voice, also ascertaining whether there was a woman's voice around her husband.

“You just woke up?” ask Luna again to make sure.

“Ya,” Morgan replied briefly. “I'll take a shower, so I'll turn off the call,” Morgan said again, then end the call.

Luna looked disappointed while staring at the phone, why Morgan hastily ended the call, even saying the unfortunate sentence is not.

“He will be home today, should I do the treatment first?” Luna felt she had to prepare to serve her husband.

**

Morgan had just ended the call from Luna, walking towards the balcony of the room. He stands on the balcony, staring at Jova who turns out to be in the yard with Sean and Ella. Morgan saw Jova's loose laughter while playing with Sean, how the woman looked free and so happy when teaching Sean to walk.

“He's always been a success to fascinate me,” muttered Morgan still keeps paying attention.

In the courtyard, Jova was teaching Sean to walk. Her son's tiny feet touched the grass barefoot to stimulate Sean's soles.

“It looks like Sean hasn't wanted to walk, Mistress.” Ella noticed Sean's feet that looked like they were amused and not perfectly treading on the grass.

“Ya, therefore he must occasionally get stimulation, to get used to then his feet spontaneously want to tread so he can walk,” said Jova explained, because that's what Helen did all this time after Sean was twelve months old.

Ella also understood, then promised to follow the attention and occasionally stimulate the soles of Sean's feet.

When they were focusing on Sean, Jova accidentally looked up at the balcony, to see Morgan who was standing there and was paying attention. Jova's facial expression changed immediately, until the woman finally turned her face and was reluctant to see the man.

**

Sean invited Ella to take a morning bath, while Jova went to the room to pick up clothes and was about to take a bath in Sean's room. However, before Jova left the room, Morgan appeared to come out of the bathroom with half wet hair. Droplets of water falling from the ends of the hair and wetting the face, seen flowing in every curve of the man's face, making anyone would be tempted to see the good looks of a Morgan Bosley.

“Where are you going?” morgan asked as he looked at the clothes and towels Jova was holding.

“Mandi in Sean's room,” replied Jova while turning her face away from Morgan.

“Why not shower here?” ask Morgan again not happy because Jova looks to avoid him.

“So there's you, how can I take a bath there,” kilah Jova so that Morgan does not suspect that he dodged.

“Now I'm done, do you still want to take a shower in Sean's room?” ask Morgan again still put on an unhappy face.

Jova sighed in frustration at facing Morgan, then walked towards Morgan because she wanted to go to the bathroom.

“Wait!” Morgan stopped Jova's steps as she almost passed.

“What else?” asked Jova in a lazy tone.

“Dry my hair first.” Morgan immediately pulled Jova's hand and led her to the sofa.

Jova's mouth gaped in disbelief at Morgan's orders, thinking whether the man could not dry his own hair.

“You have two hands, can't dry yourself?” ask Jova in a tinge.

“Can, but I want you to do it,” replied Morgan casually. She was already sitting down and Jova was still standing looking at her in annoyance.

“Do you not own a salon and must be accustomed to serving customers who want to do treatment. So, drying my hair is definitely not a big deal for you,” Morgan said casually as he handed a small towel coiled around his neck to Jova's hands.

“I did do that, but you are not my customer and I am no longer a salon owner!”