llowed so hard I was afraid he could hear it.
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This was fine. It was going to be fine. This was my way of pleasing him, of trying to win him over so that when I asked to get a job, he would let me.
I raised my head and looked at him, keeping my eyes steady on his. “I just want to show my gratitude, sir. You’ve done a lot for me in this short time, and I want to do something for you.”
He leaned away from the laptop, resting his back on the sofa. “That’s not necessary. It was my car that ran you over, so this is the least I can do.”
No, it wasn’t. You could have just paid my hospital bills and walked away, but you invited me to your home.
I could tell he had a strong sense of responsibility, and that was good for me.
“Don’t say that sir,” I said, shaking my head. “You’ve helped me greatly, so please let me.”
He stared at me, and I looked back at him, even though Amalia’s voice in my head was screaming at me to look away. But I’ve observed this man and I’ve seen he doesn’t like it when I look away or pull away from him.
All men have their own preferences after all, so not all could be the same.
Finally, he nodded, crossing his arms. “Alright then, Sade. How do you plan to show your gratitude?”
Something about the way he said my name did something funny to my stomach, but I pushed that aside as I stood up, trying to look confident even though my guts were twitching.
I walked to him, standing in front of him and he looked up at me with a strange look in his eyes.
I reached for the hem of my shirt, about to tug it over my head when he grabbed my hand and I flinched.
“This isn’t why I asked you to live with me,” he said, his voice rough. “When I told you I wanted a companion, this wasn’t what I meant.”
My face burned, and my hand which he was still holding burned even more.
“Th–then what do you want me to do?” I asked, my voice shaking, my body burning from embarrassment.
“Nothing,” he answered without hesitation, letting go of my hand and standing up, and picking up his laptop. “I’m going to get ready for work. Feel free to look around.”
When he was gone, I slumped down on the chair, exhaling. Even though I was embarrassed, I was still relieved that I didn’t have to do something like that.
But the relief quickly faded when I realized that I couldn’t please him if he didn’t let me, and then I couldn’t win his favor.
“What do I do?” I mutter to myself, biting my finger. “I need a job.”
I moved up to my room because I didn’t want to be here when Mr. Varkas left for work; I wasn’t ready to face him yet.
As I lay on the softest bed I’ve lain on before, my mind wandered to Amelia.
“I hope you’re in a better place, Amy,” I whispered to the ceiling. “But then again, anywhere is better than that place we were stuck in. Just… just be happy, okay? In the afterlife, please be happy. I’m going to try to be happy here. I’m going to try and
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Chapter 197
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I woke up around noon, and I decided to look around the bunce, Mr. Varkes had oven mis person erat da moved downstairs, I found out that 1 wwert wome
Mr. Varkas hasn’t gone to work? Or is he bark this early?
I didn’t want to see him right now, but it would be rude if I just ignored him.
So I moved to the kitchen where I could hear the sounds coming from
Just as I was about to enter the kitchen, a woman was coming out.
She jumped when she saw me, holding her chest. “Goodness, you scared me! Do you not make a sound when you mon
Staying in that place has taught me a lot of things how to sneak around without being caught, how to be quiet on my fr
“M–my apologies, ma’am,” I said, bowing my head slightly.
She looked at me with her eyes narrowed. She was a middle–aged petite woman with gray hair that was slicked back perfectly and held in a lower bun.
“Mr. Varkas told me about you, but I didn’t expect you to be this way,” she said, circling me and I just stood still and let her inspect me. “You’re quite beautiful, but you’re all skin and bones. I have to fatten you up?
“For what, ma’am?” I asked nervously.
She clicked her tongue, coming to stand in front of me. “What do you mean by “for what? Nobody should look like this.”
Did she know about my situation? But Mr. Varkas didn’t look like the kind of man who would go around telling people about someone’s business. In fact, the man looked like he didn’t talk about anything if it wasn’t business.
But I still asked,
“D–did he tell you anything, ma’am?”
“No. And neither will I ask. Though I’m rather curious.” She narrowed her eyes at me and I fought to fidget under that pa “Mr. Varkas is a kind man, but he’s not that kind, so I’m wondering why he’ll take a stranger into his home. A home be treat like it’s a holy ground. You’re something special, aren’t you?”
I shook my head immediately, so hard that I suddenly got dizzy. “Oh no! It’s nothing like that, ma’am”
She just looked unconvinced. “Sure. Let’s start the introduction, shall we?” She straightened and dusted nonexistent dirt from her ironed uniform. “I’m Mrs. Banks, the housekeeper of this grand house, and I’m now your…” She paused. “Shall we
say caretaker?”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
