Chapter 441 Can't You Throw A Tantrum?

In the afternoon, my brain almost stopped working. Patrick asked me to get water, and I stood there pouring water for him with the teapot in my hand. Then my mind went blank. It wasn't until the water flowed down the table and scalded my feet that I realized what I was doing. "I'm sorry!" I put the teapot aside and looked at Patrick. He looked at me, and his black eyes were cold. He didn't intend to blame me for pouring out the water, and there was no expression on his face. He just looked at me. But I was scared by his stares. I took out the paper from the bathroom and apologized while wiping. "I'm sorry, sir. I'll be more careful." After cleaning the table, I went to get a mop to wipe the floor again. The mob was in the tools room downstairs, so I ran over to get it. After finishing the work, Patrick said, "You can go down and prepare dinner first." "Yes, my lord." I left after I answered. When