The soft clink of porcelain echoed in the grand kitchen as Mary carefully placed the cup of tea onto the counter. Her hands shook slightly, though she willed them to stay steady. The faint aroma of chamomile drifted up, but it wasn’t enough to soothe her nerves.
Across from her, the millionaire sat at the marble island, his sharp blue eyes fixed on a stack of papers. He wore a tailored navy suit, his platinum blonde hair perfectly combed as always. He glanced up briefly.
“Thank you, Mary,” he said, his tone polite but distracted.
Mary forced a faint smile and gave a small nod.
“You’re welcome, sir.” She turned to leave, eager to retreat to the laundry room before he noticed. But as she shifted, the morning light from the wide French doors hit her face at just the wrong angle—and he noticed. He froze mid-sip, his gaze narrowing as he…..Read Full Story Here……………………….
