The Billionaire's Unwanted Wife
The housekeeper gave me only the faintest nod before she finally spoke.
“I’ll leave this to you, Charles. I still have chores to finish in the kitchen,” she stated, then turned sharply, leaving behind an air of hostility.
I noticed Charles grimace at that.
“Anyway, Madam, this is Anna,” Charles introduced the other girl. “She’ll be your personal caretaker from now on.”
The timid-looking maid stepped forward, bowing slightly. She was pretty, with blonde hair, and maybe a little younger than me.
I offered the girl a small nod, and she gave a nervous smile in return. Her aura was entirely different—quiet, but somehow easier to breathe around.