She had taken the
mansion job because she needed stable income.
She had never told him because she didn’t want his sympathy.
But after leaving, something unexpected happened.
She realized she had not only missed the mansion.
She had missed him.
Not his money.
Not his lifestyle.
Him.
The lonely man behind the wheelchair.
The man who apologized when he spoke too sharply.
The man who secretly left food outside the kitchen because he knew she sometimes skipped lunch.
The man who had finally loved her enough to let her go.
She looked directly into his eyes.
“I didn’t come back because I need your money.”
He swallowed.
“Then why?”
“Because I want to know if we can start again.”
He stared at her.
“Start again?”
“Yes.”
She smiled.
“But this time, there is no employer and employee.”
He felt tears fill his eyes.
“And what are we?”
