The Billionaire's Baby Nanny
Without realizing it, she kissed his cheek again and again.
“Noah, Mommy needs to take a quick shower and change clothes. Wait here, okay? Don’t cry,” she said softly, planting another kiss on his round cheek.
“Mommy’s boy is so clever,” she added with affection when Noah laughed widely, his tiny mouth opening in pure delight.
After saying goodbye, Elizabeth handed Noah to the babysitter whom Mawar had recently hired.
Elizabeth had been confused. Mawar seemed to have plenty of money—enough to hire an additional babysitter—despite already paying her generously to care for Noah and nurse him directly.