His Mansion, Her Heart: A Housemaid's Tale

utler of the mansion. From the moment I had set foot in the grand estate, Henry had been the

ly for many years, and his loyalty and dedication were evident in the way he carried himself. Despite bein

preparation of a lavish dinner for the guests while attending to various other tas

ing a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "It's alrigh

alming presence. "Thank you, Henry.

ve goal, my dear. What matters is that you

ience could provide. As we worked side by side, I couldn't help but feel a sense of companionship with him. He sensed s

ng his hands on a kitchen towel. "Don't let the dem

the allure of the mansion's extravagance, I had almost forgotten my passion for art.

breaks to sit in the garden, discussing art, literature, and life itself. He shared stories of his own journey,

all sketchbook. "This is for you," he said with a twinkle in his eyes.

usely, vowing to fill the pages with my ar

ing. He had a way of making me feel like more than just a servant

gmatic. There were moments when I caught him watching me, his gaze lingering a beat longer than necessary

faint sound of a piano coming from a nearby room. Following the melody,

ated at the grand piano, his fingers dancing across the keys. He seemed l

ity he usually kept hidden on full display. The music seemed

he turned to find me standing there, our eyes locking in an unspoken understanding.

rude," I said softly,

een on his face. "You're not intruding, Emma. The

plied, my heart racing at the rar

ne. "There's something about music that allows

eling a connection between us

catch glimpses of Alexander playing the piano. It was as if the music acted a

couldn't deny the growing attraction between us, but the boundarie

unexpected revelation sent shockwaves through the mansion, unra