Tangled with Brothers

Chapter 5 Dress Up as a Maid

Lawrence raised his eyebrows, looking thoughtfully at Andrew. "Suddenly so concerned about my love life?"

Andrew placed a hand on Lawrence's shoulder.

"Lawrence, I've found a girl I like, so of course I hope you can find your own happiness too."

Lawrence expressionlessly removed Andrew's hand and thought in silence for a moment.

"The marriage alliance with the Dorsey family should indeed be put on the agenda."

He and Rayne were of marriageable age, and several major projects with the Dorsey family would be completed by the end of this year. Announcing the marriage alliance at this time would garner the most attention and benefit.

He needed to find a way to get Rayne to agree to the marriage.

"Do you need my help?" Andrew knew Lawrence wasn't good at pursuing women.

"No need." Lawrence refused without hesitation.

A marriage alliance was just business. He never needed help with business matters.

Andrew smiled and patted Lawrence's shoulder. "Alright, then good luck."

The next morning, at the break of dawn.

Miranda woke up in the guest room's big bed. Opening her eyes, she saw the ornate crystal chandelier.

She felt a bit disoriented.

She thought, "Oh, right, I have agreed to stay at the Dawson family to recuperate last night."

Miranda got up and washed up. As she was worrying about not having any clean clothes, she found her suitcase had been placed beside the wardrobe.

It was clear that Andrew had brought it for her. He was always very considerate.

Miranda picked out a simple outfit from it. She wore a white chiffon blouse and light blue jeans, and her long hair was tied up in a high ponytail, making her look youthful.

Leaving the guest room, the Dawson family was bustling with activity early in the morning. The servants seemed to be cleaning up the aftermath of the previous night's banquet.

Miranda approached the crowd and tried to ask about Andrew's whereabouts. "Excuse me, I'd like to ask..."

"You're the new maid, right?"

"What?" Miranda looked confused, examining the professional woman in her early thirties dressed in a black suit dress.

"I'm Monica Dixon, the maid and housekeeper of the Dawson family. You can call me Miss Dixon."

Miranda looked down at her own attire.

Did she look like the new maid?

"Miss Dixon, actually I..."

"Miss Dixon, Mr. Lawrence is awake and needs coffee and breakfast delivered to his room immediately."

"Miss Dixon, there's an issue over here, please come and take a look..."

Clearly, the aftermath of the banquet had the maids extremely busy.

"You, the new maid, after changing your clothes, go to the kitchen and bring breakfast and coffee to Lawrence's room." Monica arranged the tasks and left, not giving Miranda a chance to explain.

Miranda, mistaken for the new maid, was led to change into a maid's uniform.

With her injured fingers, Miranda was unable to use them much, so she had to carry the tray with her arms. The tray held a black coffee and a sandwich.

She couldn't balance the tray well, so she walked slowly and carefully toward Lawrence's room.

"Come in." Lawrence's voice came from inside the room.

Miranda frowned, opened the door, and walked in. The large room was designed in black, white, and gray, divided into a living room and a bedroom.

Not seeing Lawrence in the living room, she quickly placed the breakfast on the oval crystal coffee table.

"Mr. Dawson, I've placed your breakfast on the coffee table," Miranda called out to the person in the master bedroom and turned to leave.

Lawrence thought, "Mr. Dawson? "

Lawrence, just coming out of the shower, found the address strange. The maids in this house usually called him Mr. Lawrence. The title Mr. Dawson was only used by Miranda.

Lawrence strode out.

"Miranda!"

It really was her.

Miranda was almost at the door and about to leave.

To be caught by Lawrence at this moment, Miranda frowned in frustration and slowly turned to face Lawrence.

Lawrence was not dressed, only wrapped in a bath towel around his waist. His muscular chest, fair skin, and well-defined abs were all exposed.

Miranda, at a loss, turned her face away and asked weakly, "Why aren't you wearing clothes?"

Lawrence scoffed coldly, "This is my room."

So what if he wasn't dressed?

Miranda had no reply and just wanted to leave Lawrence's room quickly.

She turned to leave.

Lawrence took long strides to close the distance, extending his arm to block the door with his palm.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he scrutinized her with a cold, sharp expression.

The maid's uniform, in black and white, reached just below the knee. Despite covering her, the ill-fitting uniform highlighted her prominent chest and enticing waistline.

It looked inappropriate in every way.

Lawrence smiled coldly, full of sarcasm.

"Miss Larson, please explain why you're wearing an ill-fitting maid's uniform to my room." He leaned closer to her ear, asking in a deep, magnetic voice, "Are you trying to seduce me?"