The new housekeeper opened it.
The young woman stood outside wearing a simple coat, holding an umbrella in one hand and a small envelope in the other.
She asked if the millionaire was home.
When he heard her name, his heart stopped.
He told the housekeeper to let her in.
She entered the living room.
He looked at her for a long moment.
“You came back.”
“I did.”
“Why?”
She smiled faintly.
“Because I missed you.”
He looked away.
For a man who had once owned companies worth hundreds of millions of dollars, those four words were almost too valuable to hear.
But then she placed the envelope on the table.
“I need you to read this.”
He opened it.
Inside was a letter.
She explained that before working for him, she had been caring for her younger brother, who had been struggling with medical bills.
She had taken the
mansion job because she needed stable income.
She had never told him because she didn’t want his sympathy.
But after leaving, something unexpected happened.
She realized she had not only missed the mansion.
She had missed him.
Not his money.
Not his lifestyle.
Him.
The lonely man behind the wheelchair.
The man who apologized when he spoke too sharply.
The man who secretly left food outside the kitchen because he knew she sometimes skipped lunch.
The man who had finally loved her enough to let her go.
She looked directly into his eyes.
“I didn’t come back because I need your money.”
He swallowed.
“Then why?”
“Because I want to know if we can start again.”
He stared at her.
“Start again?”
“Yes.”
She smiled.
“But this time, there is no employer and employee.”
He felt tears fill his eyes.
“And what are we?”
She stepped closer.
“Two people who
