The sweet maid and the millionaire

was at home, feverish and weak, and she couldn't leave him alone. Even though her mother had been working as a maid at Mr. Ionescu'

et, she saw the grand mansion, its imposing stone facade and velvet-draped windows, a reflection of the wealth that seemed within reach of only

de passage, where the maids entered and exited unseen by the aristocratic family. This was her only way in, one where she was never meant to be see

and marble statues, seemed to whisper forgotten stories of the Ionescu family. Loana moved forward, her heart p

ed her fists, afraid he had heard her, and tried to move more stealthily, but as she stepped back, she tripped over a vase that crashed

ana turned, seeing him standing in the doorway of the room, h

ent, Loana quickly tried to a

mean to cause trouble. I'm just looking

e on the street, was clearly present. She felt her face flush under Mihai's gaze. The class difference was evident in the simple fact that he didn't even

o room for doubt: he wasn't used to being addressed in su

to admit the truth, but she also didn't wa

one... my brother is sick, an

expression soon shifted into a mix of ir

levant information-"And why haven't you taken him to a doct

r heart pounded, silent anger bubbling inside her. She knew all too well how that world worked. People like Mih

table conversation and avoid further humiliati

ething had suddenly changed in him. Loana

without waiting for an answer, he stepped closer to her. His eyes shone with

't know how to respond. She wanted to run, but at t

ana's were colliding in that narrow, dark corridor. And despite everything th

this time with something closer to genu

not safe for you. Come, I'll

sequences. Although her heart pounded fiercely, she let Mihai guide her, not knowing that this unexpected and awkwa

mansion stretching around them, Loana and Mihai t