A Nanny for His Kids and Heart.

est as she fought back the tears

p to me and this Cafe, but home

osure. She had worked her ass out th

in source of income sinc

nths until his children urged him to come home f

fe means a lot to you, but I need to go home. Even if

t talk about dying. You will get well, Mr. Chan. I can a

ted her on her back. "I know you can

ng hands, she gave Mr. Chan a quick peck on his cheek. "Goodbye

ice trailed off as I gentl

ng Woods Cafe, my haven. Tears thre

e while Mr. Chan rested in the inner room. She was

hind me, tears of frustrati

to the State Library

he harsh reality of life, and now

ers along the crests of the books, she se

lla and made her way to my quiet corner,

s pretend to be a princess who had all the wor

y, a strong scent of cologne drew

d man in a suit, standing in th

atch a glimpse of him and he turned. It

ty business event four years ag

nce and Investment Empire. She wondered

ad harbored a secret crush on hi

ce as he sorted through the se

rows furrowed in concentration as he t

es. She wondered what s

ob and should be heading home, to explai

at him and he turned just

own nervously, her fingers trac

ng. His phone beeped and he returned th

ze was so commanding. Memories of h

sity. She liked him because he was quite popular an

every time, he apologized. She a

rprise visit after work onl

ith her key and immediately

her ear, and she walked toward the direction

the sheets. Kelvin was constantly thrusting i

ill my c**t" the blonde mo

ced my already cloudy ears. "You ar

s with him and poured all her energy in

ere was no point in pretending to read

ut of the library. With the final wages from Mr. C

rough her purse and realized she had just enough

voices of some kids at the coffee shop ne

a heated argument, they were arguing

cast in several languages, she was hoping t

er one didn't have the money. She bought them bo

ies and decided to wait for the free bus. Just as she