Morning light came through the tall windows, touching the long cream curtains in the large bedroom. On the rich man’s bed lay Lena. Her face was pressed into a white pillow, and her breathing was slow and weak. The only sound in the room was her breath.
In her right hand, she still held a mop handle, gripping it tightly, as if she had fallen asleep while cleaning. Beside the bed, on the floor, sat a plastic bucket filled with dirty water, forgotten.
Her black-and-white maid uniform was wrinkled and damp with sweat. Her small face looked tired and pale, but also strangely calm. She was not lazy—she was completely exhausted.
Soft footsteps echoed on the marble floor.
Richard Cole, the billionaire owner of the house, walked into the room.
He stopped immediately.
He stared at the bed, unable to believe what he was seeing.
His maid… asleep on his bed.
For a moment, he did not move. His eyes widened in shock, but his heart did not feel angry. Slowly, he stepped closer. Then closer again.
He looked down at her carefully.