The Billionaire I Fell In Love With

Irish sighed.

“Who touched you?” She asked..Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

“A classmate and he always look so unkempt ” Arin breathed out angrily.

“Ohh.. but i think you’ve scrubbed his touch off your body enough. You’ve spent close to an hour there” Irish said.

“I’ll be done soon” Arin said and she was out of the bathroom five minutes later.

“What!” Irish exclaimed seeing Arin’s skin had gone pink from scrubbing. “What?” Arin asked, pouting.

“Arin, do you hate people touching you that much?” Irish asked. “Yes, without washing their hands!”

“You shouldn’t injure yourself cause someone touched you, look at your skin. So pinkish. Does it hurt?” Irish asked worriedly.

“No, but they know I’m allergic to people touching me without washing their hands. They did that just to get on my nerves, they were so jealous i had the highest score again” Arin rolled her eyes, drying her body.

“Really?” Irish asked. “Yes, they’re all dumbass!”

“Does that means you have no friend?”

“I have few friends who understands my personality but the rest do claim I’m proud” Arin said. “Are you?” Irish teased.

“Of course I’m not. I talk to whoever talks to me, i accept anyone who wants to be my friend, i play with whoever wants to play with me and i never objected to anyone touching me as long as you wash your hands. Does that make me proud?” Arin asked.

“Umm.. no, it doesn’t. Everyone actually have something they’re allergic to. If they like you, they should respect you and have no problem with that but y’all are still kids. You’ll understand yourselves better when you’re matured” Irish said.

“I’m gonna tell them that when i get to school tomorrow” Arin said. “Fine, let’s get you dressed and go have lunch” Irish said.

“I love the wears you picked for me” Arin grinned. She’s glad her nanny has a great fashion sense.

“Why do you allow me dress you up even after stating i should not, in your rules?” Irish asked. “I own my rules, don’t i?” Arin asked.

“Of course you do” Irish said.

Gabrielle, Irish and Arin ate their lunch quietly in the dining room. Ethan is not back yet.

Irish missed his presence.

Since she resumed, this will be the first time, he’ll be absent from the dining room. But it seems Arin and Gabrielle are used to it already.

They ate their desert after their meal.

*

Irish made sure Arin rook some fruits before taking her nap.

She prepared the one she’ll be taking after nap and then walked out of the kitchen. Gabrielle was taking her nap too.

Irish walked towards the door to go spend some time with Alex and Carl. She needed to ask them about that room too.

It’s really bothering her.

She opened the door and stepped out.

She’s glad she met them seated in the compound.

Looks like they were enjoying the cool breeze after lunch .

“Hey guys” she called.

“Hi, you’re here”Alex said while Carl smiled. “Sit” Carl pointed to the chair beside him. “Thank you” Irish said, sitting.

“You finally came to spend some time with us” Carl said. “Yeah, Arin and Gabrielle are having their nap”

“Ohh”

“I hope you both enjoyed your lunch?” Irish asked. “Of course it was great” Alex said.

“Dinner will be more great” Irish said.

“I’m still surprised Gabrielle allowed you to assist her in cooking, she doesn’t allow anyone” Carl said.

“I think that’s because of Mr Ethan” Irish said.

“No , Mr Ethan had pleaded with her severally to allow one of the maids help her in the kitchen but she had always refused” Carl said.

“Really?” Irish asked.

“Yes and she allowed you just a day after you resumed. She must really like you”Alex said.

“I’m glad she does. I want to ask you guys a question though” Irish said. “Go ahead” They both said and Irish hesitated.

She sighed before finally speaking up.

“There’s a room in this house that everyone is restricted to. Why is that? Whose room is it?” Irish asked.

“Oh.. my, that sacred room?” Alex asked. “Yeah”

“Well, we were also told we are restricted to that room when we resumed .

But i heard from other workers that the room belonged to Ethan’s godmother’s. She was poisoned to death”Carl said.

“What!” Irish screamed.

Irish was unsettled as she read to Arin in her library. She was a bit scared over what Carl told her.

She should have just kept shut and tame her curiosity.

Now she had to deal with knowing someone was poisoned to death in this house and the culprit is not apprehended yet, probably still lurking in the house. Was that what Gabrielle meant when said about poison scene the first day she came here?

“Irish!” Arin called putting an end to her thought. “Huh?”

“You just skipped a line” Arin said.

“I’m so sorry” she pleaded and quickly pushed away the thought distracting her.

Irish taught Gabrielle how to make spicy pickle relish and Gabrielle was so glad she finally got it.

They had it for dinner and Irish was secretly glad Ethan was present. He had obviously enjoyed the meal as the rest of the workers did.

Arin finished eating and said goodnight to everyone.

Irish also stood up, knowing she have to read Arin some bedtime stories. Irish walked to her room and headed straight to the bathroom.

She brushed her teeth and took her night bath, she got into her nightwear before walking into Arin’s room to read her bedtime stories.

Arin had included it in her rules that she doesn’t like the smell of food on her nanny before putting her to bed.

“Hey Arin” Irish said.

“Hi, been expecting you” Arin said.

She was laying on her bed, changed into her nightwear, obviously waiting for Irish. “Sorry i took long” Irish said, sitting on the couch right beside Arin’s bed.

“Once upon a time ” She started.

**

“The princess was turned into a mouse by the wizard ” Irish was narrating the third bedtime

story when she noticed Arin had fallen asleep. She stood up, she was starting to feel sleepy too.

She covered Arin properly with her blanket, switched off the lights and then entered her room through the adjoining door.

She laid on her bed and closed her eyes immediately.

*Midnight_

Irish felt taps on her shoulder from her sleep.

The taps grew more fierce and she had to open her eyes.

“Arin” she called seeing the little girl in her room.

She rubbed her face with her palm and could see how worried Arin looked. “What’s wrong?” She asked sitting up on the bed.

“Something… is in m.. y room” Arin said and the hairs at the back of Irish’s neck stood. “Wh.. what is in your room?” She asked, her heart beating fast.

“A ghost.” Arin bursted out in tears.

Irish suddenly remembered what Carl had told her.

Her body shook in fear and she screamed hugging Arin very close to her. Then she heard Dolly barked continuously in Arin’s room.

She had seen the ghost too!