The billionaire widower

what my new boss, Sir Anderson looked like. The anticipation was almost bearable and my mind was fi

hed in awe as Emily wrapped her tiny arms around him, hugging him tightly. It was such a

skipped a beat. It was as if time stood still, and everything around me faded into the background. The handsome stranger

Mrs. Vilis, completely ignoring my presence. With a stern expression, he a

rs. Vilis took a deep breath before answ

ion focused solely on Mrs. Vilis. "why wasn't I informed about this? A

the surprise, Mr. Anderson. Mrs. Vilis thought it would

o mine. "and who are you, exactly? What makes you qualified to take c

to Emily and her brave declaration. Mr. Anderson's gaze shifted from me to his daughter, a mixture of surprise and contemplation on his face. he scanned me from he

schievous glint in her eyes. "Chloe, "she said with a sly smile, "why don't you go fresh

my mind. "did he recognize me? "I whisper to myself, my mind pumping like a bass drum at a rock concert. What if

d over me. With my face buried in the softness of the bed, I let a sigh, hoping against hope that Mr. An

ovement was deliberate as if I could somehow control the outcome of the unexpected encounter.

ove. In that fleeting moment, I contemplated tiptoeing back to my room, hoping to evade this potentially disastrous situation. But my hopes were dashed when Emily's voice rang out piercing the silence. "come and join us, Aunt Chloe! "she exclaimed with a mischievous grin. My heart skipped a beat as I turned to

s as if the entire room held its breath, awaiting the outcome of this unexpected encounter. Would Mr And

nse something was wrong. She came closer to me, her voice filled with worry. "are you sure you are not hungry? You ba

oice trembling as she searched for her phone. Before Mrs . Vilis could make the call, Mr . Anderson's cold voice cut through the tension. "she said she is fine, Mrs . Vilis," he said dismissively. "Chloe, clean up the garden, I want everyth

t me go and call the gardener, "I suggested, hoping to avoid the task that was not mine. But Mr. Peterson's cold

h the air once again. "Mrs Vilis why don't you keep doing what you are doing and stay out of this? Or don't you like your job anymore? "he snapped,