VALENTIN Babysitter

Naya, a 19-year-old girl with neatly tied jet black hair and bright brown eyes, stood in the corner of a large and luxurious room. The room was filled with expensive furniture, and a large window on the right side let in the morning sunlight softly. When Rafael, a handsome man in his thirties with dark brown hair and sharp eyes full of sadness, stepped closer, Naya felt her whole body tremble.

Her family's financial condition had been critical since her mother fell seriously ill. The expensive treatment forced Naya to find additional work. When an offer to become a wet nurse for a CEO's child came, she couldn't refuse, even though she had to leave her school. She felt caught between urgent needs and a dream that had to be sacrificed.

Naya had spent the past few weeks struggling. Although she was starting to get used to her new routine, her first meeting with Rafael was still tense. She knew Rafael was a widower whose wife had left him, who had chosen to go with her lover. Naya heard stories about how cold Rafael was and how he decided to take care of his son who was just over a year old after his wife left.

As Rafael approached Naya, the atmosphere between them grew tense. The sound of his footsteps on the marble of the quiet room made Naya even more nervous. She tried to keep her distance, but Rafael was already too close. Her body felt stiff, and her heart was beating fast.

Naya stepped back a little and asked, "Sir, can I help you?"

Rafael got closer, making Naya feel trapped between the wall and Rafael's body. In a low voice, Rafael answered, "I just want to make sure if Varo's breast milk source is good or not."

His hand was on Naya's chest, blocking her movement. Naya felt her body stiffen even more. She didn't expect to be in a situation like this. So far, Rafael had always seemed cold and indifferent, but his current attitude made her feel very uncomfortable.

With a trembling voice, Naya begged, "Please... this isn't true."

Rafael grinned thinly and said, "It's not true, you say? Let's see."

Rafael's voice implied a tone that was difficult to understand. Naya felt confused and cornered. Although Rafael had not shown any obvious interest before, now his attitude seemed to show another side that she had never seen.

When she first met Rafael, Naya felt pressured. Rafael invited her to talk in his spacious office. With simple clothes and a face still full of worry, Naya felt pressure from Rafael's sharp gaze. Rafael sat behind his desk, and Naya sat in the chair provided in front of the desk.

Rafael started the conversation with a firm tone, "Naya, I want to know more about your background. Why did you decide to take this job?"

Naya took a deep breath before answering, "My mother is seriously ill, sir. The cost of her treatment is very expensive. I have no other choice but to work here to help her."

Rafael nodded, his face looking thoughtful. Although he still felt the pain of his wife's betrayal, he could not help but feel sympathy for Naya, who seemed to be struggling hard for her family.

"I understand," Rafael said. "But you have to know, Varo is everything to me. I can't let just anyone take care of him."

Naya nodded and promised, "I understand, sir. I will do my best for Varo. I know how important he is to you."