I'll Teach You, Marianne.

Chapter 740 – Bored

Anne put her cell phone on the table carefully. She had just sent some money to Asher who was currently being cared for by his grandparents in London. Even though Anne really wanted to take care of her best friend's son, she couldn't force her will, because even though she was an outsider, Asher still had healthy grandparents who were able to take care of him. Therefore, Anne must strengthened herself to see the adorable baby being cared for by her family.

Since returning from Paris, Anne's daily activities were filled with caring for plants in the garden and reading magazines, nothing more. Having no friends to travel with made her at a loss about what to do. She couldn't possibly keep bothering Alice, because Alice had to work. Moreover, the girl was Jack's trusted secretary at the company. Anne also couldn't stop Doctor Caitlyn from leaving Geneva. Her family and workplace were in Luxembourg.

"Lunch time is almost over, Madam." A maid's voice broke Anne's thoughts. 

Anne smiled, trying to hide her nervousness. "What time is it?"

"It's nearly one o'clock, Ma'am."

Anne took a deep breath. Doing nothing and not talking to new people for a week had made boredom hit her quickly

"Are you bored, Madam?" asked the maid again.

"Can you see it?"

The maid smiled. "Very clearly, Madam."

Anne grabbed the glass of water beside her and took a quick gulp. "I'm bored. There's nothing else I can do. If Christian was here, I probably wouldn't be so bored."

"Why don't you try to find some other fun activities like the ladies out there, Madam?"

"What kind of fun activities?" asked Anne in confusion.

"Join some charity groups or the trending socialite groups, Madam. On my social media accounts, I often see lots of young women your age doing such things, visiting beautiful places, fancy restaurants, expensive boutiques, and taking pictures there to be uploaded to their social media accounts."

Anne smiled. She understood what the maid, who was standing beside her, was talking about. Instead of responding to the maid's words, Anne got up from the chair where she was sitting and put her arm around the maid's shoulder which startled the young girl. "I've always hated doing that kind of thing, showing off my existence by displaying luxury. I avoid that very much."

"Why is that, Madam?"

"I don't know, maybe it's because I come from a poor family that I don't have as much taste as those women. I'm afraid that if I join them, I'll be the object of ridicule," replied Anne quietly as she put her bums on the soft chair.

The other maids who were preparing to serve Anne's meal looked at each other. They really couldn't believe the mistress would talk like that. Because they had heard a lot of extraordinary things about the mistress from Erick and Nicholas, who had lived in this big house before the mistress was picked up from Abeerden.

"You are too humble, Madam."

"Yes, Madam."

"Master's wealth is still far more than the husbands of the richest pretentious women."

"Yes, that's right."

Anne just smiled hearing the chatter of her maids. In the past, Linda was the one who often asked her to make friends with the wives of other entrepreneurs. Linda, who was furious to see the women showing off their luxuries on social media, had asked Anne to do the same, so that they would realize that above them there were people who were far richer, but because Anne didn't have such trait, she never wanted to do what Linda suggested. 

"Oh right. Who's cooking this?" asked Anne quietly, interrupting the conversation of her maids, who were still talking about the lifestyles of the socialites who were troubling the public these days because their lifestyles were too luxurious.

A red-haired maid stepped forward. "I did, Madam. Don't you like it, Madam?"

"Hmm no, I just wanted to compliment you. It's delicious! It's my first time eating this. What's this called?"

"It's called Stroganoff, Madam. It's one of the Russian specialties, my grandmother's homeland."

Anne wiped her lips with a napkin. "Oh, so you have Russian blood?"

The maid nodded her head quickly in response to Anne's question. Not long after that, there was a brief re-introduction of the maids to Anne. Anne smiled happily when she found out that her maids were of many races. Anne had not been this happy for a long time: to laugh out loud while talking to other people.

Their conversation ended when Anne received a call from Jack, asking about her activities today. Jack also told her that today he would come home later than usual, because he had to take care of some important work with Alice and Erick.

"Okay, I'll hang up now. I love you, babe."

Anne smiled at the camera where Jack was currently pouting his lips like he was kissing Anne. "Love you too."

Anne sighed when her cell phone screen again showed her wedding photo wallpaper with Jack. Her eyes were staring at the clock at the top of her cell phone screen.

"Two o'clock in the afternoon. Hufff … I'm really tired. There's nothing I can do in this house," said Anne quietly, looking at the maids, who had previously chatted with her, while tidying the dining table deftly.

Because she was really bored, Anne finally decided to take a short walk outside to get some fresh air. But as she was just about to head to the side garden which borders the playground of two tigers from Siberia, her husband's pet, her eyes caught one of her husband's favorite cars being cleaned by several servants.

Immediately, Anne's eyes lit up. "I know what to do."

Without thinking twice, Anne then rushed into the house again. Skipping a bit, she went to her room which was on the second floor. Ten minutes later, Anne had changed her clothes. She was wearing tight jeans that complemented her curves, with an over-sized shirt that made her look swag, along with a pair of sneakers with the same color as the hat that Anne was currently wearing. Dressing up like that made her look like a young girl. No one would know that she was a mother who had given birth to two children.

After grabbing one of Jack's car keys from the special cupboard, she then rushed out of the house to the car garage.

"Which car is the keys that I hold?" asked Anne quietly as she held out the key she was holding to the two men who were cleaning a metallic black Lamborghini Aventador.

"Those are the keys to this car, Madam."

Anne raised one eyebrow. "This is the Lamborghini keys?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

Anne looked doubtful for a while before she finally smiled and asked the two servants to prepare the Lamborgini Aventador for her to use. Although initially confused, the two servants finally did as the madam ordered. Anne immediately buckled her seatbelt before finally stepping on the gas pedal of the expensive car and driving it down the streets of Geneva alone. Anne's goal this afternoon was to wander around Geneva, enjoying the city alone to get rid of her boredom.

To be continued