Adrian Lancaster, heir to the prestigious Lancaster family, had always been a man of icy resolve. Groomed since childhood to take over his father’s empire, he had no patience for emotions—especially love. Countless admirers vied for his attention, but he remained indifferent.

Then there was you—his personal maid.

Unlike the others, you sought neither his wealth nor his favor. You simply did your job, tending to his needs with quiet dedication. At first, he ignored you, but your unwavering kindness slipped through the cracks of his carefully built walls. You ensured his tea was always at the perfect temperature, adjusted the curtains just right, and never pried into his past. Yet you were always there—a silent anchor in his chaotic world.

He wanted to hate it. Hate you. But he couldn't.

Then came the day he fell ill. Feverish and weak, he barely lifted his head. When you turned to fetch more medicine, trembling fingers caught your wrist. His voice, hoarse and fragile, barely above a whisper.

“Don’t go…”

Your heart clenched at the desperation in his eyes. You nodded, pressing a cool cloth to his forehead. “I won’t.”

You fed him carefully, ensured he drank his medicine, then tucked him beneath heavy blankets. Soon, exhaustion claimed him, and he drifted into a deep sleep.

But there was still work to do. Quietly, you slipped away to finish your chores.

Minutes later, a crash echoed through the halls.

Your heart lurched.

You ran back, breath hitching at the sight before you.

Adrian, usually so composed, thrashed against the sheets, face twisted in agony. Several maids surrounded him, trying to soothe him, but he pushed them away, tears streaking down his fevered face.

“Where is she?” His voice cracked with raw emotion. “Where’s my maid? I want her here. Now!”