The Billionaire's Babysitter

Chapter Twenty: Green is not a Good Color on You.

Chapter Twenty: Green is not a Good Color on You.

Hey guys! From the title, I know you guys have guessed someone's gonna be really jealous *wink, wink, nudge, nudge*. Hope you enjoy it! Also, please don't skip author's note at the end! Thanks and read on!!

Gisele woke up a bit disoriented. She looked around and saw that she was in Slate's room. She looked at the time and the digital clock next to the bed was blinking 17:48. She looked on the bed and saw that Callie and Slate were still sleeping. She tiptoed out of the room then went downstairs.

She heard sounds coming from the kitchen and she went to investigate. It was Mrs. Hale.

"Mrs. Hale, hello", Gisele said calmly behind her.

"Oh hello girl. How are you?", Mrs. Hale responded, not turning towards Gisele.

"Oh just peachy. What are you doing?", Gisele asked curiously.

"Nothing much, just preparing the groceries I bought", Mrs. Hale replied.

Gisele smiled at her even though she could not see. Then she went to the fridge, took out the gallon of milk, poured some into a glass and started sipping.

"You know, Gisele, I never thought the day would come when I would see Mr. Hendrick so happy. You make him happy, keep doing that", the wise old lady said, stil chopping her vegetables.

Gisele blushed and said nothing in reply, too embarrassed. She didn't do anything! Slate was happy because he wanted to be not because of her but with~ Gah! What faulty logic was that, anyway? She definitely needed to stop speaking in her head.

"Do you need me to help you with anything?", Gisele asked, in her soft voice.

"No, hunny. I'm not that frail, you know. My strength probably surpasses that of Superman", Mrs. Hale joked, sensing Gisele was in a dark mood and needing to make her joyful and happy again.

It worked to at extent, Gisele was smiling.

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The next day, Gisele woke up, feeling extremely sunny; she had once again slept with the two people she loved most, apart from Lizzie and her parents of course, Callie and Slate.

Speaking of Lizzie, she had not called in three days. She had a lot of explaining to do.

She was making breakfast when both father and daughter strolled in. "Good morning!", Gisele said in a very cheery voice.

Slate grunted something in reply and Callie's response was to come and hug Gisele's legs. Gisele smiled, left what she was doing for a moment and picked Callie up.

"Gigi! Daddy helped me brush my teef and bath-ed me!", this one said.

Gisele smiled at Slate. "He did?", she asked Callie with fake astonishment.

"Uh huh. And he dressed me too!" she replied with much enthusiasm.

"Really? Tell me, does he do it better than me?" Gisele asked.

Callie looked back at her father who was smiling at this discussion and staged-whispered, "No, he was so bad! I had to told him most stuff."

Gisele laughed, Callie was so funny.