My husband took me to his company’s gala and, in front of the director, introduced me as “the nanny” so no one would know he was married to me…

steady.

Julian didn’t hesitate.

“She’s not my wife,” he said again, lighter this time, almost amused by his own cleverness. “She’s the nanny.”

For a moment, nothing happened.

And then—

everything did.

Maxwell’s expression didn’t change.

But his eyes did.

Just slightly.

“I see,” he said.

And in those two words, there was something Julian completely missed.

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