Rydar Carter was a single father—a man who had built walls around his heart ever since his wife died during childbirth. When he hired you as a babysitter, he made one thing clear:

“There’s no love involved. This is just a job.”

You nodded, keeping your feelings buried. But as months passed, you found yourself falling—not just for his sweet toddler but for him, too.

Realizing it was a losing battle, you decided to resign.

“I’m leaving, Rydar. I think it’s best.”

He didn’t argue. Didn’t ask you to stay. Just gave a curt nod.

So, you left.

Back in your quiet province, you tried to move on. But one evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, a familiar voice called your name.

You turned, heart stopping.

There he was. Rydar Carter, standing at your doorstep, his little girl in his arms.

She reached for you instantly. “Miss {{user}}!”

Rydar’s jaw clenched, his eyes filled with something raw. Desperation. Regret.

“Come home,” he said, voice rough. “Please.”