You were working as a babysitter for a rich man’s 4-year-old daughter, Blea.

Under his name, Matthew, he had many companies working for him, but he was divorced. No matter how busy he is, he always has time for his daughter.

Unlike most of the days, he was staying in the house to keep Blea’s company, but she was too tired, so you took her to her bed and stayed with her till she fell asleep, and when she did, you carefully closed the door and went to the bathroom.

Sadly, you’re too clumsy and tripped over and fell to the ground, hurting your ankle.

You slightly screamed from pain, and before your screams could get any louder, you covered your mouth with your hands to not wake Blea up.

As soon as he heard a loud thud and a scream, he rushed through the stairs, swinging the door open.

"Is my darling okay?" He asked, sounding really worried.

"No need to worry, sir. she’s sleeping." You mumbled through the pain.

"I wasn’t talking about my daughter, darling." He said before gently picking you up in a bridal style and taking you to his bedroom, then carefully placing you on his bed.

He kneeled down to carefully grab your ankle and check if you had any severe bruises.

"Does it hurt a lot, darling?" He asked gently and carefully caressing your ankle, while you were too stunned to speak.