chapter 9
1024 Words
Ivory cry grew louder and the confused Irene was about to hold her when she remembered her fourth rule.
*Do not touch me without washing your hands*
Damn!
Irene sighed in confusion, looking around.
She doesn't know the way to the kitchen where she can quickly wash her hands.
"Hello" Irene heard and turned go see a woman in a white apron.
The woman had given her Ivory's booklet yesterday and she remembered Harold had called her Nola.
"Please where can i wa.." Irene was saying..
"Wash your hands" Nola completed it for her, smiling.
Nola knew the young lady had just resumed as ivory's nanny.
"Go through that doorway, you'll find the kitchen" Nola said.
"Thanks" Irene dropped her bag and hurried ahead,disturbed by the fact that Ivory is still crying...
She found the kitchen and quickly walked to the sink to wash her hands.
The kitchen looked amazing but she didn't have the time to properly look around.
She wiped her hands on one of the clean napkins before hurrying back to the living room.
She pulled the still crying girl into her arms and rocked her back, wishing she'll quiet down soon.
She doesn't like seeing kids cry, it sometimes want to make her cry too.
Irene gently sat on the couch with Ivory in her arms, patting her back and singing quietly to her.
Her cry had quieted down and she was just sniffing now.
"Who's Carrle? and why did Ivory started crying all of a sudden" Irene thought.
And why did all this had to happen the day she resumed.
Irene glanced at Ivory and noticed she had start to doze.
She positioned her neck properly and stared admiringly at the little girl.
She was almost tempted to touch her glossy brown hair but then she remembered her number one rule.
*Do not touch my hair without my permission*
Aaarrgh, so much rules, but she did a good job in memorising them, she had made sure she memorised the key rules, she'll go for the rest later.
Ivory had slept off completely in her arms.
She never knew the smart and talkative Ivory could cry that much and Harold also looked pissed when he walked out of the door.
She hoped something has not gone wrong.
Harold walked back into the living room, still looking quite angry.
He already made Carrle go away.
The lady is just a pain in the ass,she pisses him off so much.
His anger melted immediately at the sight in front of him.
Ivory is being held so perfectly in irene's arm that he can boldly say after him, this is the next person that holds Ivory so perfectly.
Even Carrle doesn't hold her daughter this way.
Irene is unaware of Harold's presence, she was still staring admiringly at Ivory.
Harold smiled,glad he finally has a nanny that loves his daughter genuinely.
He'll make sure he do everything he can to take her family out of the problem they are facing.
Irene glanced up nonchalantly and was startled to see Harold standing before her.
Geez!
This man is sure creepy.
Harold cleared his throat,lost for words.
"Hmm,did you wash your hands before touching her?" He finally asked.
"Yes i did, Nola showed me to the kitchen" Irene answered.
"Okay" Harold said.
"I think i should drop her in her room,so she'll be more comfortable" Irene said after a long moment of stealing glances at each other.
"That'll be okay. come with me" Harold said.
Irene who stood up with Ivory in her arms staggered back over the weight of the little girl.
Wow!
Harold quickly took ivory from her.
"I'm so sorry" Irene said.
"Sorry for what? You did nothing. It's normal for you not to be able to carry ivory, ivory has weighed a lot since birth" Harold said.
"Ohh,no wonder my hands were starting to ache" Irene laughed but quickly got hold of herself.
"You're free to laugh Irene" Harold said and Irene blushed at how smoothly her name moved out of his mouth.
"Okay, we should drop her in her room. Your hands must be aching" Irene said.
"No, I'm used to it but I'm just worried" Harold said.
"Over what?" Irene asked worriedly, noticing the hint of sadness on Harold's face.
"Ivory falls sick whenever she cries to sleep,she starts burning up and all" Harold said,staring pitifully at his daughter.
"Ohh...I'm so sorry about that. What can we do to prevent it?" Irene asked, blinking severally.
She does that whenever she's confused, worried or surprised.
"Nothing, I'll just call the doctor once she wakes up" Harold said.
"But we can just rub her body with wet cloth or she should
just take a cold bath" Irene thought,not daring to say it out..
Maybe the rich call the doctor for everything.
"Let's take her to her room first for a comfortable sleep" Irene said.
"Ohh..yeah" Harold said and started leading the way.
*
Harold placed Ivory on her bed and then kissed her forehead.
He pulled her blanket over her and then turned to Irene.
He found her staring all over Ivory's room.
He isn't surprised cause he made his daughter room more like a princess's room.
She's his princess.
"Wow!" Irene finally exclaimed.
The girl's room looks like a queen's.
Purple and white color dominated the whole room.
Ivory's shoe rack amazed Irene...the shoes are damn much and they're all beautiful, her wardrobe size is like an adult's.
There was a giant crystal chandelier hanging from the center of the white painted ceiling.
The room was so wide that it occupied three two seater couch and a sparkling glass table in the middle.
There was a TV plastered on the wall.
The floor was tiled with sparkling white marble tiles and Irene could see her reflection.
She even had a mini freezer in her room.
If Irene had not seen ivory's world boldly written on the wall in white and purple,she would have asked Harold if it was really Ivory's room.
Irene almost cried at the amount of money that would have been used to set up this room alone.
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