- 2.
Only after he’d put Star to sleep did Grant
く
remember my existence.
He left the room, quietly closing the door
behind him.
He turned around to find me sitting on a
bench in the hallway, watching him.
“Susan, what are you doing here?”
He calmly knelt beside me, taking my icy
hand.
My eyelashes fluttered. “How’s Ms. Jones?” I
asked casually.
The moment he mentioned her, his eyes
softened.
“Star’s asleep. You, though, you look pale.
Why don’t you go rest?”
I scoffed inwardly. He noticed I looked pale?
“I’m fine, Ms. Jones is more important.”
My sarcastic remark didn’t sit right with
Grant; he thought I was jealous.
He pulled me up forcefully, pushing me
towards the elevator.
“I’ll take care of Star. I’ll have the driver take
you home.”
Tears blurred my vision, and I instinctively
covered my belly.
Grant noticed my gesture but chose to ignore
- it.
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My heart was a mangled mess of emotions,
crushing me.
Back home, the coldness was immediate.
The huge house, just Grant and me, no one
else.
I once jokingly asked him, “You’re the CEO of
Caldwell Corp, and you don’t even have a
housekeeper? No one will believe that.”
I’d just finished cleaning the entire house and
was exhausted.
He was working, not looking up. “I don’t like
strangers in the house. You’re my limit.”
I froze. The vacuum cleaner slipped from my
hand, falling with a thud.
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Grant realized he’d misspoken. “I mean, no
housekeeper can be as efficient as my wife.
Strangers would ruin our alone time.”
I was completely charmed by his words,
thinking how important I was to him.
I ignored his dismissive gaze.
Now I realize how incredibly naive I was.
