Chapter 6:He's Obsessed With Me

RENNIE'S POV

“Mr. Shawn!” I gasped as my back hit the velvet sofa. Not hard. Not painful. But firm enough that my breath helped seize the moment.

His hands were clutching mine, keeping a respectful distance… and yet it felt like he was everywhere. His scent—woody, rich, and masculine—wrapped around me, and his eyes… God, his eyes. They weren’t just looking at me. They were reading me. Undressing every hidden emotion.

I swallowed hard, my palms flat against the cushion between us. “This isn’t right.”

“Rennie…trust me, nothing can go wrong” he murmured, eyes locked on my lips.

Then clarity hit me like a slap.

I was the nanny, who was on the victim side.

He was the billionaire, who is capable of escaping situations that were a threat to my safety without stressing a muscle. This all made me realize what I was getting into was a game of gambling and my odds were less.

His daughter, my entire reason for being here, was upstairs, probably singing in her pajamas and waiting for me to braid her hair before bedtime.

It all felt wrong.

I jerked my head back, placing a firm hand against his chest. “I can’t, it's against society, it's against my morals.”

He blinked, caught between surprise and something dangerously close to longing.

“I’m Diane’s nanny. You’re my boss. This—this can’t happen,” I whispered, breathless.

He didn’t move. But the air shifted.

And then, for the first time, I saw it.

Vulnerability.

“Rennie…” His voice cracked slightly as he spoke. “I didn’t bring you here for this. I didn’t even want a nanny. I liked you the instant Dana showed me your portfolio. I only accepted you and let you work because Diane showed improvement when you showed up. But now…”

He exhaled. “Now, I look for you the moment I enter the house. I wait for your footsteps. I listen for your humming when you’re cleaning. And I hate how I’m starting to feel… human again, love and all those silly emotions.”

My heart wavered, but my resolve hardened.

“I can’t be the reason you believe in love.”

His eyes dimmed slightly, coming closer again.

And then—

BANG. BANG. BANG.

Three sharp knocks exploded against the door, followed by a firm voice muffled through the steel doors.

“Mr. Wolfe? Are you in there? Diane said the nanny locked herself in by accident!”

My eyes widened in horror. Diane.

Shawn cursed under his breath, his plans all scrapped. He turned away, fingers punching in the code.

The door slid open just as I scrambled upright, cheeks flushed from embarrassment or whatever it was, chest still rising and falling like I’d just run a mile.

A uniformed guard peered in, eyes darting between us with a blink of confusion.

I didn’t wait.

I brushed past Shawn, chin lifted. “Thank you,” I murmured to the guard, barely holding myself together.

Somewhere near the first entrance of the door…

"Renzy? Are you okay?” Diane called out softly, then turned halfway and glanced back.

Shawn stood in the middle of the room, hand gripping his hair, frustration running into every line of his face. He looked like a man who had finally said too much… and lost control anyway.

I didn’t need to show concern.

I didn’t need to.

Because at that moment, I remembered why I came here in the first place and how I couldn't afford to lose the target…

But as I walked toward the entrance, already walking on the stairs, my heart pounding, I couldn’t shake his voice from my mind.

"I hate how I’m starting to feel… human again, love and all these silly emotions."

The man who kept his heart locked away…was cracking, and somehow I was the one holding the key.

Already assuming what happened this evening was just a fiasco, what Mr. Shawn planned to do in the morning, confirmed it wasn't infatuation but obsessed love.