Tempting The Billionaire

ir!" I told the driver, hastily paying the fare. My heart races with the familiar feeling of being late as I sprint into the hospital hallway. "You're late again, Emil

But no one told me where you were." she said in a weak but kind voice, and I felt a sense of comfort wash over me. I entered the room, and my footsteps were quiet on the floor. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Martin. I was caught up with my work," I explain, trying to sound cheerful. But Mrs. Martin's eyes see right through me, and she reaches out a frail hand. "Come here, child. I want to talk to you." she says softly. I approach her bedside, taking her hand in mine. "What is it, Mrs. Martin?" I ask, with a soft voice. "I've been worried about you,You always put others before yourself. Don't forget to take care of yourself too, Emilia." she says, as her eyes are filled with concern. I nod, feeling a lump form in my throat. Mrs. Martin's words are a balm to my soul, and I cherish this moment with her. "I was busy with my other tasks, Mrs. Martin. I'm so sorry. How are you feeling today?" I asked softly. "I'm doing well, dear. Just a little bored. But I'm glad you're here now. You always brighten up my day," Mrs. Martin replied, with a kind voice. "That's great, Mrs. Martin. Have you had lunch?" I asked, trying to sound cheerful. "Yes, I had lunch just a while ago. But what about you, dear? You look like you've been crying. What's wrong?" Mrs. Martin asked, staring at my eyes with concern. I hesitated, unsure how much to share. But Mrs. Martin's kind eyes encouraged me to open up. "It's been tough, Mrs. Martin. I lost my job at the pizza parlor, and now I'm just trying to make ends meet with my janitorial work," I said, sniffling in tears. Mrs. Martin's expression turned sympathetic. "Oh, Emilia, I'm so sorry to hear that. But you're strong and capable. You'll get through this. You always do," she said, holding my hands and looking into my eyes. "Thanks, Mrs. Martin," I replied, with a trembling voice, as I fought back tears. "It's okay, dear. No need to shed tears. It's a