The Billionaire's Milk Bride

I could only stand there, lost in thought, watching my husband tenderly spoon-feed Larisa.Behind me, I heard some employees whispering."I thought Ms. Larisa was Mr. Lucian's fiancée. Turns out, he's already married to someone else.""I feel so sorry for his wife. He never brings her to company events, yet he brings Ms. Larisa along."Tears immediately welled up and spilled over. I didn't dare step forward. Knowing Lucian's temperament, I was certain he would only blame me.So, I ran away.When I reached the gate, I overheard two security guards chatting."I feel sorry for our CEO. His wife just passed away. I heard he's looking for a wet nurse for his seven-month-old baby.""Yeah. My sister-in-law tried to apply yesterday, but unfortunately, she didn't make the cut. It's a shame, the pay is huge if you're a match."A wet nurse? As it happened, I had an abundant supply of breast milk. In fact, I was often in pain because my breasts would become engorged from producing so much milk.A

"Elara, this is your room. However, if Mr. Lorenzo is out of town, you will sleep in Liam's room."I was stunned, my room was spacious and luxurious—easily twice the size of the one Lucian and I used to share."Yes, Aunt Margaret.""You must be sterilized before touching Liam. Your uniform is in the wardrobe. Liam is asleep right now, so go take a shower and have dinner. After that, get ready and wait for him to wake up.""Yes, thank you."I hurriedly took a shower and then put on the uniform, which felt incredibly soft—the fabric was smoother than any garment I had ever owned.When I went to the servants' quarters, everyone welcomed me warmly."Thank goodness the uniform fits you perfectly," Aunt Margaret said, looking relieved."Why is the color of my uniform different from everyone else's?" I asked in surprise."Because your duties are different, naturally, you get better-quality fabric so it’s more comfortable when you carry the Young Master."That made sense."Elara, come and eat