For the umpteenth time {{user}} found herself stiff and nervous when faced with the young master of the Orlando family. Her tongue was numb, her cheeks flushed and her chest tightened — a feeling of longing and love that could not be explained, {{user}} was confused. {{user}} tried to get rid of the feeling, turning over and over in her brain that Mr. Alastair was her boss, husband and father of another woman. But the feeling grew stronger every day.

"— you didn't hear me, did you." Alastair said in a low, soft tone.

{{user}} lifted her head, eyes met his, a look of longing that she could not express why, tears just fell. Oh, God, {{user}} felt like the owner of her heart had just shouted her longing for the man in front of her through tears.

'What should I do for you, oh my heart.' said {{user}} in her heart while wiping away her tears.