Becoming Alpha’s Personal Caretaker - Chapter 10: Chapter 10
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Freda POV
The next day, Allen’s Beta, Richard took me and Allen to Hill Estate from the hospital.
This estate wasn’t that big and luxurious like Greenwald Manor and there were all kinds of plants everywhere. The air was fresh and it was indeed a good retreat.
“Dr Greenwald, thank you for coming with us and please take good care of alpha Allen,” Richard respectfully carried my luggage in.
“Huh?” I was confused when I heard that.
But then Richard did something as a response. He drove off!
I looked around and found out there were only me and Allen in this enormous house and nobody else! Not even a servant.
So what Richard meant was that I had to take care of Allen like a maid?
I hastily asked, “Are there any servants?”
Allen had been quiet the whole time and now he finally looked at me and said, “Only one.”
Only one…
He was looking at me and I pointed at myself in disbelief, “You mean me?”
Allen gave me a look, telling me I was right.
I gritted my teeth and reminded him, “Alpha Allen, I’m your private doctor and caretaker, not your servant!”
“Oh, I know,” Allen said indifferently, “but being a caretaker means that you need to take care of me and feed me, right? I thought a doctor would know better about what a caretaker should do.”
I was shocked.
Normally, a caretaker needed to take care of the patient’s daily life and give the patient massages. But I thought a rich man like Allen would be surrounded by a lot of servants and wouldn’t need me to worry about that. But how would I know there wouldn’t be a single servant around?
I didn’t even cook for myself and I just lived on pizza and sandwiches. How could I take care of someone else?
“Maybe you can get a cook,” I held back my anger and suggested.
Somehow, Allen’s eyes turned fierce for a moment and then he looked down. He said coldly, “No need for that. I don’t want them to make noises here.”
It looked like he became gloomy all of a sudden.
After saying that, Allen rolled himself into his room. He said before closing the door, “You can pick whichever room you like. They’re all empty.”
I sighed. I took my luggage with me and picked the sunniest room to live in. I liked the sunshine because it gave me a better mood.
Cam couldn’t help but ask, “Oh my god, did his pack really kick him out and pick someone else to be the alpha? He’s so pathetic that he doesn’t even have a servant.”
“I don’t think so,” I thought about what she said for a while and said, “Richard still respects him very much, which means the people of the pack still believe in this alpha even though he’s injured for now.”
“But how come he doesn’t even have a servant?” Cam was in disbelief, “you’re just like him. You’re the daughter of an alpha but you still live alone without servants. He’s an alpha and it’s weird that he doesn’t have any servants.”
What she said cracked me.
“Maybe it’s just that we both don’t like to be disrupted by others,” I smiled. And then I thought of the reason why he didn’t want a servant.
It might be because of…
The way they looked at him.
A once powerful alpha became a powerless man in the wheelchair, which would definitely make people feel sorry for them or be curious. No matter what kind of feelings they had towards him, it would be uncomfortable for him.
Perhaps that was the reason why Allen fired them.
“Never mind. Let’s figure out a way to survive the next few months. I really don’t know how to cook,” I said. Cam came up with an idea, “Maybe you and I can take turns. I can pick some fruits.”
“Eat fruits for a month? Then I’m gonna be really skinny.”
As we were chatting, Allen knocked on the door.
“Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Allen?”
Allen said briefly, “I’m hungry.”
“What?” I couldn’t hold back my feelings anymore and was quite stunned.
“You should get ready for lunch, Miss Freda Greenwald,” Allen said, “you’re the one who told me you’re the perfect caretaker for me. Can’t the perfect caretaker make lunch?”
What a bad-tempered eccentric! He was trying to provoke me!
But I still fell for it. I puffed my chest and said, “Just wait. I guarantee you’re gonna have the best lunch of your life.”
Hearing that, Allen’s lips curled up a bit, “I’m looking forward to it.”
I walked into the kitchen with passion, wanting to show him what a great cook I was even though I had never cooked once before. I looked around and then gave up. Allen just wanted me to prepare lunch and didn’t say that I had to make it myself, right?
So I just called his beta, Richard. Richard was glad to help me out so I just sat on the couch in the living room and relaxed myself, waiting for our lunch to come to our door. But then, the door of the study was opened and Allen got out of the room in his wheelchair gracefully.
At the same time, the bell rang and Richard’s voice sounded behind the door, “Miss Greenwald, your lunch is here.”
I was speechless.
I avoided eye contact with Allen and walked to the door, pretending to be cool. I took the lunch Richard had arranged for us and turned around, trying not to blush, “Lunch is ready, Allen.”
Allen raised his eyebrows and said sarcastically, “And this is the best lunch you’ve told me before?”
“Yeah,” I acted like I was telling the truth, “I’ve never said that I made it myself. Is there any misunderstanding, Mr. Allen Miller?”
Thank God that my acting had improved a lot after living with Natasha and her mother for so many years. At least now I wouldn’t be so embarrassed that I didn’t know what to say. I somehow managed to pull it through.
But as I said, I was just acting to be cool.
Allen didn’t hold on to that and we just enjoyed our lunch on the couch.
After lunch, I checked the time and stopped Allen, who was about to return to his study, “Wait, Alpha Allen, it’s time for your massage. You want to do it here or in your room?”
Allen paused and then looked up at me, smiling, “You’re a pro. Wherever you like.”
His voice was deep and low and sounded even sexier in this quiet room.
I swore I was just asking for the patient’s opinion when I said that. But now things got a bit off in the living room and this conversation didn’t seem to be harmless anymore.
It must have been Cam who had been telling me how muscular and attractive alphas normally were…
“Hey, it’s not me, it’s you this time,” Cam said in my head, “don’t forget that I can hear whatever you’re thinking about, Freda.”
Oh, damn it.
My cheeks must be redder than that apple on the table right now.
The next day, Allen’s Beta, Richard took me and Allen to Hill Estate from the hospital.
This estate wasn’t that big and luxurious like Greenwald Manor and there were all kinds of plants everywhere. The air was fresh and it was indeed a good retreat.
“Dr Greenwald, thank you for coming with us and please take good care of alpha Allen,” Richard respectfully carried my luggage in.
“Huh?” I was confused when I heard that.
But then Richard did something as a response. He drove off!
I looked around and found out there were only me and Allen in this enormous house and nobody else! Not even a servant.
So what Richard meant was that I had to take care of Allen like a maid?
I hastily asked, “Are there any servants?”
Allen had been quiet the whole time and now he finally looked at me and said, “Only one.”
Only one…
He was looking at me and I pointed at myself in disbelief, “You mean me?”
Allen gave me a look, telling me I was right.
I gritted my teeth and reminded him, “Alpha Allen, I’m your private doctor and caretaker, not your servant!”
“Oh, I know,” Allen said indifferently, “but being a caretaker means that you need to take care of me and feed me, right? I thought a doctor would know better about what a caretaker should do.”
I was shocked.
Normally, a caretaker needed to take care of the patient’s daily life and give the patient massages. But I thought a rich man like Allen would be surrounded by a lot of servants and wouldn’t need me to worry about that. But how would I know there wouldn’t be a single servant around?
I didn’t even cook for myself and I just lived on pizza and sandwiches. How could I take care of someone else?
“Maybe you can get a cook,” I held back my anger and suggested.
Somehow, Allen’s eyes turned fierce for a moment and then he looked down. He said coldly, “No need for that. I don’t want them to make noises here.”
It looked like he became gloomy all of a sudden.
After saying that, Allen rolled himself into his room. He said before closing the door, “You can pick whichever room you like. They’re all empty.”
I sighed. I took my luggage with me and picked the sunniest room to live in. I liked the sunshine because it gave me a better mood.
Cam couldn’t help but ask, “Oh my god, did his pack really kick him out and pick someone else to be the alpha? He’s so pathetic that he doesn’t even have a servant.”
“I don’t think so,” I thought about what she said for a while and said, “Richard still respects him very much, which means the people of the pack still believe in this alpha even though he’s injured for now.”
“But how come he doesn’t even have a servant?” Cam was in disbelief, “you’re just like him. You’re the daughter of an alpha but you still live alone without servants. He’s an alpha and it’s weird that he doesn’t have any servants.”
What she said cracked me.
“Maybe it’s just that we both don’t like to be disrupted by others,” I smiled. And then I thought of the reason why he didn’t want a servant.
It might be because of…
The way they looked at him.
A once powerful alpha became a powerless man in the wheelchair, which would definitely make people feel sorry for them or be curious. No matter what kind of feelings they had towards him, it would be uncomfortable for him.
Perhaps that was the reason why Allen fired them.
“Never mind. Let’s figure out a way to survive the next few months. I really don’t know how to cook,” I said. Cam came up with an idea, “Maybe you and I can take turns. I can pick some fruits.”
“Eat fruits for a month? Then I’m gonna be really skinny.”
As we were chatting, Allen knocked on the door.
“Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Allen?”
Allen said briefly, “I’m hungry.”
“What?” I couldn’t hold back my feelings anymore and was quite stunned.
“You should get ready for lunch, Miss Freda Greenwald,” Allen said, “you’re the one who told me you’re the perfect caretaker for me. Can’t the perfect caretaker make lunch?”
What a bad-tempered eccentric! He was trying to provoke me!
But I still fell for it. I puffed my chest and said, “Just wait. I guarantee you’re gonna have the best lunch of your life.”
Hearing that, Allen’s lips curled up a bit, “I’m looking forward to it.”
I walked into the kitchen with passion, wanting to show him what a great cook I was even though I had never cooked once before. I looked around and then gave up. Allen just wanted me to prepare lunch and didn’t say that I had to make it myself, right?
So I just called his beta, Richard. Richard was glad to help me out so I just sat on the couch in the living room and relaxed myself, waiting for our lunch to come to our door. But then, the door of the study was opened and Allen got out of the room in his wheelchair gracefully.
At the same time, the bell rang and Richard’s voice sounded behind the door, “Miss Greenwald, your lunch is here.”
I was speechless.
I avoided eye contact with Allen and walked to the door, pretending to be cool. I took the lunch Richard had arranged for us and turned around, trying not to blush, “Lunch is ready, Allen.”
Allen raised his eyebrows and said sarcastically, “And this is the best lunch you’ve told me before?”
“Yeah,” I acted like I was telling the truth, “I’ve never said that I made it myself. Is there any misunderstanding, Mr. Allen Miller?”
Thank God that my acting had improved a lot after living with Natasha and her mother for so many years. At least now I wouldn’t be so embarrassed that I didn’t know what to say. I somehow managed to pull it through.
But as I said, I was just acting to be cool.
Allen didn’t hold on to that and we just enjoyed our lunch on the couch.
After lunch, I checked the time and stopped Allen, who was about to return to his study, “Wait, Alpha Allen, it’s time for your massage. You want to do it here or in your room?”
Allen paused and then looked up at me, smiling, “You’re a pro. Wherever you like.”
His voice was deep and low and sounded even sexier in this quiet room.
I swore I was just asking for the patient’s opinion when I said that. But now things got a bit off in the living room and this conversation didn’t seem to be harmless anymore.
It must have been Cam who had been telling me how muscular and attractive alphas normally were…
“Hey, it’s not me, it’s you this time,” Cam said in my head, “don’t forget that I can hear whatever you’re thinking about, Freda.”
Oh, damn it.
My cheeks must be redder than that apple on the table right now.
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