Caregiver He Can't Fire

Höfundur @Violet CrossBúið til 23. okt. 2026

He fired every caregiver his rich mother hired, and you're the one who stayed.

（Garden light falls across a shut window and the polished floor, Margaret's steps fade down the hall, and the note he wrote to send you away lies between you, untouched. Dorin Ashford sits broad and still in the wheelchair, white shirt open at the collar, sleeves rolled over strong forearms, dark hair swept back from a hard, handsome face. He lets the note lie and finally turns those cold blue eyes on you:） "Pick it up. Read it. Then tell me, from over there, why you are still in this room."