I figured that he mainly looked out for himself, even if it meant hurting me to get what he wanted.
His self-serving attitude didnât sit right with me.
To stay safe, I had to stay on my toes.
âMr.
Pierce, Iâm heading out now.
â
As soon as the car arrived at the manor, I said bye to Andrew and went back to my room, feeling
weighed down by thoughts.
I kept it together, and Andrew, busy with other stuff, didnât catch on to anything strange and didnât escort me to the door.
âDebra, youâre back!â
Right as I walked in, a maid greeted me.
She was the babysitter that the butler assigned to look after Abby.
She had better hearing than the other maids, and when she heard me come in, she hurried over with Abby in her arms.
Before we got too near, Abby spotted me, her eyes shining, and she flashed a cute, innocent grin, reaching out her tiny hands and making soft murmurs.
My heart warmed up immediately, and I rushed to scoop her from the babysitter.
âYouâre such a good girl, Abby.
Mommyâs right here.
â
My daughter seemed to have this magic touch, instantly making all my tiredness disappear.
While gently stroking her cheek, I asked the babysitter, âHow was Abby today while I was out? Did she cry? Did she eat?â
âDonât worry, Debra.
Abby was really good today.
She just had her milk, and I changed her diaper.
Sheâll be ready for bed soon.
â
Looking at my daughterâs sweet face, I thanked the babysitter warmly.
âThank you for taking care of her.
Youâve done a great job today.
â
But, of course, the babysitter dismissed the need for thanks.
Once the babysitter left, I cuddled Abby and showered her with ki*ses, feeling overwhelmed with love.
âWhenever Iâm with Abby, all my worries just fade away.
Itâs like magic; sheâs my little lucky charm.
â
Ivy chuckled and nodded.
âShe sure is; sheâs absolutely adorable.
â
Right then, there was a knock at the door.
I walked over and opened the door to see Andrewâs butler standing there.
Politely, I asked, âHello, sir.
What brings you here? Is everything alright?â
Debraâs POV:
The butler, wearing his customary smile, bowed slightly.
âDebra, Mr.
Pierce sent me to find you.
Now that youâre his fiancee, itâs not proper that you stay in the guest room.
It would be disrespectful of us.
Mr.
Pierce wants you to come stay in the central villa of the manor.
â