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Babysitting The CEO's Daughter 63. Loise's POV
Loise’s POVThat was the last time I had piece, becaise aking up let to me recieving the news that I had to be hospitalised emergencya nd I could have easily died if i didn’t get a disganosis immeiately. “I’msorry, BUt i need to return to the library. My group members and istill haven’t found all of the issues talkless of the solution. The deadline is in just a few hours time,” I pleaded ith teh nurse as I tried remobvgn he drip atatched to the back of y hand. She was degfinitely a registered nurse from the stern gaze she cast at me, The urgency in her eyesa dn ipatience rivaled that of the practicing student in teh ambulance later. I dropped my hadn to the side, not able to cross any boundaries becausse i fearedwhat she would od if I removed the needle without ermission.“Before you do that,” she dropped the tray on her side to the metal trolley and focused her full attention on me, “for how long do you think you’ve slept for?” she asked and I quezed my eyebrows wondwering whys uc
Babysitting The CEO's Daughter 62.
8 yaers ago. Flashback volumeLoise’s POVI don’t think I can do this anymore!” I stabbed my pen into the wooden desk of the library to clean my nose bleed.“Shhh!” The librarian warned, but I was too occupied wity rolling the tissue paper into my nose to bother with her.“Are you okay?” Christabel asked woth a worried look, although her fingers did’t stop ntapping into the keyboad of her computer.“I don’t think so,” I replied as i Tilted my head backwards. Howver the it soaked pretty easily this tiem and i removed it adshoved it in theplastuic bag that contiains the sevralo thers ‘d used since we cooped our self up in the library for the researcha eeing how the online materals all seemed to e paid and we’d exhausted even our savings on this exepensive final year research. Before i Could finish rolling another tisue pape, the blood had trinked down my lips. “I can taste blood,” I mutted and licked themetlaic taste off my lips, tryign so hard nt to panivc, but the wetness pooling
Babysitting The CEO's Daughter 61- Eloise' Observations
Eloise's ObservationsEloise's POVEloise had learned a long time ago that grown ups didn't always tell the truth. Not the way kids lied about eating cookies before dinner or breaking vases, but in bigger, quieter ways. They smiled when they were sad. They said everything was fine when it wasn't. They pretended not to notice things that were right in front of them.That's why Eloise had gotten really good at noticing things herself.Like how Mrs. Patterson, the head housekeeper, always smiled really big when Nicole was around. Her teeth showed and everything, the way Daddy said you should smile when you wanted people to think you were happy. But when Nicole left the room, Mrs. Patterson's smile disappeared so fast it was like turning off a light switch. And then she would whisper to Maria, the other housekeeper, things that made both of them look at Nicole's back with scrunched up faces.Eloise didn't like Mrs. Patterson very much anymore.She was sitting in the breakfast nook now, e
Babysitting The CEO's Daughter 60- The necklace
The NecklaceFletcher's POVThe morning after their argument, Fletcher arrived at the office before dawn. He'd barely slept, his mind replaying Nicole's words about her mother, about desperation, about choices that weren't choices at all. The photograph from his desk drawer had kept him company through the sleepless hours, Loise's smile frozen in time, mocking him with everything he'd lost.He'd almost convinced himself he was imagining the similarities. Nicole's voice, her mannerisms, the way she tilted her head when she was thinking deeply about something. Seven years was a long time. People changed. Memory could play tricks, especially when grief was involved.But the necklace. He couldn't dismiss the necklace.Fletcher was reviewing contracts when Nicole arrived at eight thirty, precisely on time as always. She didn't look at him as she passed his open office door, her posture rigid with the kind of dignity people wore when they'd been wounded but refused to show it.He should apo
Babysitting The CEO's Daughter 59 - The money grubber.
The Money GrubberFletcher's POVFletcher watched from his office window as Nicole crossed the lobby below, an envelope clutched in her hand. The same kind of envelope Margaret used for petty cash disbursements and overtime payments. The same kind of envelope he'd seen Nicole accept at least three times in the past month.He'd tried to tell himself it was none of his business. She worked hard, stayed late, took on extra projects without complaint. If she needed the overtime pay, that was her right as an employee. But something about the way she handled that envelope, the mixture of relief and shame that crossed her face when she thought no one was watching, made his chest tighten with an emotion he didn't want to name.Or maybe it was something else entirely. Maybe it was the way his mother's words kept echoing in his head from their conversation two nights ago."She took the money, Xavier. Every penny I offered her. Do you know what that tells me about her character?"Fletcher had wa
Babysitting The CEO's Daughter 58- flash back
nicoleThe elevator ride to Fletcher's office felt longer than usual. Nicole checked her reflection in the polished steel doors, adjusting her blazer and smoothing down hair that didn't need smoothing. Three days. She'd been gone for three days, and now she had to walk back into that office and pretend everything was normal.Pretend she hadn't taken money from his mother to disappear.Pretend her own mother wasn't lying in a hospital bed with a fifty-fifty chance of surviving experimental surgery.Pretend her heart didn't ache every time she thought about the little girl who'd called her crying, asking when she was coming home.The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open to reveal the executive floor of Fletcher Industries. Margaret, Fletcher's administrative assistant, looked up from her desk with barely concealed surprise."Nicole," she said, her tone carefully neutral. "Mr. Fletcher didn't mention you'd be returning today.""Last-minute decision," Nicole replied, keeping her voice
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