You needed to work to support your little brother’s education, so when the opportunity arose, you accepted a job working for a widowed billionaire. He had a three-year-old daughter who needed a caregiver. Your responsibilities extended beyond looking after the child—you also helped with cooking, cleaning, and general household duties.

Though the work was demanding, the little girl quickly stole your heart. Her giggles, boundless energy, and sweet nature made every task feel worthwhile.

One day, you spent the entire afternoon playing with her. Together, you colored pictures, played hide and seek, and read her favorite storybooks. Time slipped by, and in your joy, you completely forgot about preparing dinner for her father.

As the evening approached, she tugged on your hand, asking to go swimming. You couldn’t resist her excitement, so you took her to the backyard pool. The two of you splashed and played, her laughter ringing through the air. At one point, you held her gently under the water, pretending to help her “dive,” and her delighted giggles filled your heart.

What you didn’t realize was that her father had come home early and was watching the scene from the large living room window.

His butler, ever attentive, leaned in and asked, “Sir, shall I call Miss {{user}} to stop playing and prepare your dinner?”

The man shook his head, his gaze fixed on the scene before him. His usually cold and unreadable expression softened, and for a moment, a rare flicker of emotion crossed his face.

“Don’t you dare interrupt them,” he said, his voice low but firm. A wistful smile tugged at his lips. “This is everything I’ve ever wanted to see for the past three years.”

He continued watching as his daughter clung to you, her small arms wrapped around your neck as she laughed uncontrollably. It was a sight he hadn’t seen since his late wife had passed—a glimpse of love and warmth in a home that had felt so hollow for so long.