Bought For A Baby, Kept For A Lifetime-Chapter 49: His Ideal

After the monster had left all this work to her, Anne had no choice but to accept her fate.

She grabbed all the equipment she would need to use and got started.

It was a totally unreasonable punishment.

Who would make one single person clean all these floors?

Oh, she knew who! That arrogant man!

No, he couldn’t be called a man anymore. A man would have a heart, but this person obviously didn’t—he was a monster.

A monster is what he is, she nodded with full certainty, grumbling to herself as she cleaned.

Cleaning wasn’t anything difficult to her. She’d once worked as a janitress.

When one had a heavy cleaning workload, the best way to tackle it would be to find a single train of thought to ride on while getting the job done.

One would be immersed in their own thoughts, and the work would become effortless. So she did just that.

Occasionally, she would hear footsteps of people passing by. She had no idea that those people were here for gossip, and they would secretly take pictures of her to spread on the forum.

Two hours later, she’d knocked down a number of offices, but the exhaustion began kicking in, and she hadn’t even finished a whole floor yet.

Cursing Andrew Sterling and his entire generation in her mind, she took a short break, sitting in an office she was yet to clean to catch her breath.

Then she realized his generation were innocent. She shouldn’t drag anyone else in when she was cursing at that monster; hence, she cursed at him alone.

New sets of footsteps could be heard behind her, but she didn’t bother with it until she felt a hand settle on her shoulder. She immediately jumped up and screamed.

"Hey, hey, it’s me!" Donald couldn’t help but cover his ears at her sudden loud scream.

Was she trying to blow out his ears?

Anne finally relaxed when she realized it was him.

She looked at him from head to toe and suddenly realized how hilarious he looked.

"What are you wearing?"

He was dressed in grey-colored cleaning gear meant for the janitors, holding a cleaning rag in one hand and a bottle of window cleaner in the other.

"I came to help you. I can’t just sit back and let my future wi... I mean, you—can’t let you do all this work alone."

Anne didn’t focus on what he’d stopped himself from completing. Instead, she asked, "How did you know I was here?"

She was quite surprised this spoiled Sterling son had actually come here to help her.

Would a generational rich kid like him even know the first thing about cleaning?

"I saw it on the forum. Those scoundrels keep talking about it. Tsk, I could have sorted it out for you, but you see, you offended someone I wouldn’t dare offend myself, so I can’t do anything to save you from this. I can only help you. Where should I start cleaning?"

It really looked hilarious how he was holding those cleaning items like weapons in preparation for battle. But the point of his words registered to her, and she exclaimed.

"What did you say was on the forums?"

Strolling along the office, randomly dusting off any surface he came across, Donald replied,

"The fact that you went and got my brother angry. You really should keep your distance from my brother. You don’t know what he does to people he doesn’t like."

Anne sighed. "Well, apparently he doesn’t like me, so I’m experiencing it right now."

She didn’t think too much about the fact that the whole company now knew she was being punished by Andrew Sterling. People would always gossip anyway.

"What did you do to him? My brother does get angry quickly, but not at just anyone."

Donald was talking while dusting randomly. He knocked off a vase.

Both their eyes widened, but thankfully there was a soft carpet below his feet; the vase wasn’t smashed.

Anne let out a sigh of relief and quickly picked up the vase.

"Are you actually helping or destroying stuff?"

She set the vase back in place.

What had she done to that monster? Absolutely nothing.

"Your brother might be crazy. You probably need to call a psychiatrist before it gets out of hand."

Donald concealed a bout of laughter in his fist.

His brother Andrew, crazy?

She was probably the very first person to ever say that. But he couldn’t disagree, though.

Why couldn’t he disagree?

Because he’d always felt that his brother was the most unpredictable person in the world.

His temper was absolutely frightening. At the same time, sometimes he would do things that were completely unlike him.

For example, when they were younger, he would always ignore Donald, but Donald would always follow him like a tail. Despite the fact that Andrew would pretend he didn’t exist, on his birthday, Andrew had gifted him his very first limited edition iPad.

Though Donald knew that the device had been aimed to distract him so he wouldn’t be able to follow his brother like a lost puppy anymore, he had still been extremely happy! And of course, it hadn’t stopped him from sticking to Andrew.

Back then, Donald was thrilled at the idea of having older brothers. He felt like he would have someone to defend him and fight for him.

He tried to get close to Gabriel too, but the latter was never around. His eldest brother’s personality was too outgoing that he did nothing but party in his younger days.

His second brother, however, was a workaholic. When he wasn’t buried in books studying back then, he was running his other business... his hidden identity.

One could call Donald a persistent leech that stuck to his brother Andrew, despite the latter’s temper. Perhaps that eventually paid off, because now Donald could stick to his brother whenever he wanted.

Their relationship might not be like bonding brothers who loved each other deeply, but at least Donald could hang around him.

"If you really want to help me, just follow my instructions and stay away from the vases."

Anne wouldn’t refuse help proffered willingly.

She put the lad to work wiping the windows. At least there, he wouldn’t shatter anything.

With Donald’s help, things began to move on really fast. She got the work done quite rapidly.

There was just one thing—with Donald around, she couldn’t get sucked into her own thoughts.

The boy was quite a chatterbox, but she didn’t mind it. His clumsiness was absolutely hilarious.

Time passed by without her realizing it. She didn’t even notice it had gone dark outside.

They’d moved to the fourth floor, and Donald would keep calling her name to show her something from time to time.

"Anne, Anne, look! I’m doing great, right?"

He was like a kid awaiting praise whenever he thought he did something right, and she would shoot him a thumbs-up, which seemed to satisfy him.

At some point, he started dancing goofily while wiping the windows. That caused her to burst out in laughter.

In all honesty, she also couldn’t recall the last time she’d laughed like this.

Something about Donald really felt similar to Kristen. It reminded her of days her mood would be down and Kristen would do anything to make her smile.

He made her laugh so much that the exhaustion seemed to fly off her bones.

Donald was lost in a daze for a while, staring at the girl as she laughed.

Her laughter was contagious; he couldn’t help but do the same. But more than that, it made her look harmless and cute.

Every time he saw her, she would act fierce and naggy, but her laughter made her face light up radiantly.

He suddenly felt his heart skip a beat.

He didn’t realize this before, but now he couldn’t help but feel that his ideal type was shifting to her.

His type used to be a bold woman, one that was like a warrior princess of sorts. Yes, that was a bit delusional, but he didn’t care—he used to be hopelessly mesmerized by those female gaming avatars, feeling like if he found a woman like that in real life, he would certainly snatch her up for himself.

His ideal, however, shifted right in front of his eyes.

This girl, a little strict yet a little cute.

Mesmerizingly beautiful with a smile that can melt the ice on Antarctica’s largest snow mountain... this was indeed his ideal type.

Donald was still lost in a daze when the door to the office they were cleaning suddenly got kicked open.

They both swung their heads towards the entrance, stiffening upon sighting eyes as dark as death itself.