Babysitting The Billionaire’s Adult Son

Melanie strode behind Mr Gordon into the store with her hands intertwined to her front. Archie remains inside the car, staring at them till they are completely out of his sight.

What just happened? He thought as he couldn’t think of any reason that would make his father take his babysitter into the store.

“Oh, if she gets into trouble I won’t forgive myself because it was all my idea.” he groans, rubbing his face with his palm.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

He tries opening the car door to go check what is going on inside the store and he cursed as he’s unable to open it.

“I’m stuck in here, what should I do?” He thought and continue banging his shoulder on the car, hoping it’ll unlock.

After many tries that seem fruitless, Archie gives up trying and just relaxes in the car waiting for their return.

After his father knock on the window earlier, Melanie steps down to meet him, and the only thing he could hear his father say was…

‘Come with me.’

That’s all he had said and they walked inside the store not earning any reply from Melanie.

He sighs and hopes she’s safe.

“I swear if anything should happen to her, I’m going to kill that bastard.” he huffed and groan before shutting down his lid.

They get inside the store and Mr Gordon gesture to Melanie to follow the lady to pick some dresses.

Not knowing why he brings her inside the store and why he asked her to go pick some dresses with the lady. Melanie quietly follows behind the lady as they walk out to what seems like a lady section.

“How old are you?” the lady asks calmly, entering a large room Melanie hesitates before entering the room with her.

“I’m 28!” Melanie mumbles not getting her point.

“Oh! I’m 24 and I guess I can’t pick out my taste I’ll have to go for something different.” The lady beamed and Melanie just stare at her plainly, not saying anything.

“Excuse me what’s this all about?” Melanie asks, hoping the lady will clear her curiosity.

“Your boyfriend asked me to dress you up for a dinner party, I don’t know the rest.” She let out standing in front of a dresser that had a large mirror hung on the wall.

My boyfriend? Mr Gordon? Dinner party? Ne? Melanie’s mind wouldn’t stop asking different questions as she stare at the lady blankly.

“Sit here, let me pick out some pretty dresses for you,” she says happily and Melanie nodes her head absent-minded.

Melanie sits on the vacant couch opposite the wall mirror. She picks up a beauty magazine and gets busy with content that she didn’t realise when the lady gets back.

“Can you please stand up?” the lady asked with a smile and Melanie nodded before dropping the magazine on the counter.

She stands up and the lady shoots her a toothy smile.

“I’m Hannah and… I love your shape.” she blabs and Melanie smiles at her free spirit.

“I’m Melanie. You’re beautiful with your wee-shaped figure.” Melanie smiles back roaming her eyes on Hannah.

“Let’s start with this, this and this,” she uttered, dropping the dresses on the rail.

“Okay,” Melanie says shortly before doing away with her dress.

Melanie couldn’t help the gasp that usually escape her mouth after changing into a new dress and glancing at her reflection in the mirror.

She had changed so many beautiful dresses already that she lost count. She couldn’t believe she could be that beautiful with just a dress and Omg! The price is breathtaking.

She strides out of the dressing room and Hannah claps her hands, smiling widely.

“We’re going for this,” she says, making Melanie turns around in the elegant dress that she’s putting on that brings out all her hidden shape.

Melanie tries to look at her reflection in the mirror but Hannah stops her from doing so.

“Let’s get you to doll up.” she smiles and pulls Melanie to sit on a different couch.

“First, let’s give your hair some cut,” she suggested and begin to do her work.

Mins later

Hannah pulls Melanie up and takes her to the dressing mirror. Melanie stared at her reflection and she could swear she’ll deny that the reflection in the mirror isn’t hers, if not for Hannah that stand behind her.

“Is this me?” Melanie asks for confirmation and Hannah smiles at her in reply.

She brings out a box and places it down, she raises Melanie’s leg and fixes the heels on her feet.

“You’re done for the party.” Hannah beams and that’s when he down on Melanie that she’s dressing her up for a party.

“C’mon don’t keep the gentleman waiting.” Hannah smiles take Melanie’s hand and walk her out of the room.

Hannah leaves her side once they get to where they had left Mr Gordon and she is surprised that he’s no longer there.

She looks back to ask Hannah where he could probably be but she’s more than surprised to see that she too had left.

“Oh! What do I do?” she sighs.

Just then she hears a click-clack of a shoe on the tiles floor and she smiles before turning her head to have a look at Mr Gordon but gets disappointed to see that it is not him.

“Greetings my lady.” A tall guy in a black tuxedo greeted and Melanie bow her head in response.

“I’m ordered to take you to the venue.” the guy says gently. He smiles, allowing Melanie to see his deep dimples.

How cute! She smiles before nodding her head.

The guy leads the way outside and Melanie quietly strides behind him.

A lady walks closer to them when they get to the exit, she smiles and fixes a black hips length jacket on her shoulder.

Melanie clutch tight at the purse in her hand. The purse was made of pure gold which makes her a bit nervous to let it drop.

The long green dress that she’s putting on hung tightly on her body which brings out all her killer shape.

The gold heels fit her feet perfectly which makes her wonder if it’s the price of the dresses that makes it look beautiful on her, or if it’s just her body that brings out the beauty in the dress.

Her waist length black hair was weave in a French style which expose the gold earrings that she’s wearing.

Her makeup is light and it makes her beautiful. Her plump heart shape lips is painted in light peach color lipstick.

“I shall take my leave now.” the guy says jotting Melanie out of her thoughts.

She looks up to see Mr Gordon resting his back on a white Lamborghini.

Seeing her, he moves his back from the car with his mouth hang open in the air.

“Melanie… Is…that…you?” He stutter not believing his eyes.