"Excuse me, may I ask how you and Mr. Fowler are related?" the receptionist asked in a hushed tone.
"I'm his housekeeper who cooks for him," Macie replied indifferently.
The receptionist hesitated, wondering if there really was such a young housekeeper. And if that were the case, why had Nathan instructed her to be respectful toward this woman?
She had no time to ask further questions as the elevator doors opened, and Macie stepped inside, heading straight to the top floor.
Macie found Nathan already waiting upon her arrival.
He immediately took the food container from her hands and softly said, "Mrs. Fowler, I was just about to go downstairs to meet you, but…" He hesitated before adding sincerely, "And please, you can always ask me for help, really."
Macie understood that he was a kind person. She gave him a faint smile. "You can take it inside. I'm leaving."
"Aren't you coming in?" Nathan asked.
"I don't want to see his stinking face," she replied coldly.
"That's… quite an
