The Billionaire's Love for the nanny

eavy with dust motes, poured through the stained-glass window above the

he faint scuff of his leather shoes on polished stone. He was a man sculpted from stone, with sharp angles and unbending lines

own house. Kinneth was smothered by the dispute, which wrapped about her like a deadly snake. Spectacular headl

ght of public attention. Her laughter, which had before resonated beautifully over these en

aw her smile, with a natural,

ors to their world slammed closed. Her small face had become a canvas of carefu

pony. Each effort was greeted with the same subtle opposition, a courteous but firm retrea

ir

ice. He had not heard her approach. She was a lady formed by years of silent servi

d a silver tray with a solitary te

tly, her eyes following him to the ea

was holding. It was a common refrain, a cons

ssion of her sadness. "She just wasn't hungry

ar, towering wrought-iron gates that separated them from the outside world? Or

ro

, sir?" Mrs. Gable ventured

ntentions, but seeing Gabriella's polite, distant stare and the grief he couldn't heal reflected in her eyes was a n

one bland and indifferent. He turned and proceeded to

ard the clink of porcelain as she set the untouched supper on the service cart.

pite. He approached the large mahogany desk, its top immaculate save for one cream

tling it for months if not years. He ruled his empire from beyond t

to reconnect failed. He needed help. Professional assista

als. He inspected them, seeking anything that would indicate a spark, a connection beyond clinical formality. Most were

was outstanding, highlighting her extensive experience working with children, particularly those with emotional difficulties

es their cosmos with them, usually encircled by calm stars. My goal is to let peo

a seemed to him like one of those stars surrounded by a nebula of peace

ever, there was a faint whiff of something more, something unspoken. A gap in

e resolve, which piqued his interest. He'd seen enou

This is the solution, the key to Gabriella's universe. Trepidation because introd

ips, particularly after the disastrous public exhibition of his last romance.

ndetectable tremble down his spine. It wasn't chilly. It was a sensation of expectation,

ting across the wide emptiness of his mind. Someone is watching. For