Chapter 155 Talia

Chapter 155 Talia


I found out what it was the second we reached the living room.
A young woman stood near the kitchen island, dressed simply but unable to hide the kind of figure most women would kill for, her smile already wide and welcoming before either of us said a word.

"This is Emilia," Adrian said. "She'll be helping with Noah from now on."
"It's so nice to meet you both," Emilia said, her voice warm, her hand extending toward me first like she'd been coached on exactly the right order to greet people in this house. 

I shook her hand because I didn't know what else to do, but something in my chest had already gone tight and sour.
The moment Adrian turned to grab his coffee, I pulled him aside by the sleeve, lowering my voice as much as I could manage.

"Why would you hire her," I whispered. "Out of every nanny in this city, you picked the one who looks like that?!”
Adrian raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Looks like what?"
"You know exactly what I mean." 

"I hired the most qualified candidate," he said. "Her credentials were better than the other four I interviewed combined."

"That's not what I'm worried about and you know it," I said. "What if you end up cheating on me with her?”

Something flickered across his face, somewhere between irritation and disbelief. "Have you forgotten what I told you about love already? I don't fall for women. I don't fall for anyone. The trait that makes me cold to you makes me equally cold to her."

"That's supposed to make me feel better?"

"It should," he said. "A man who refuses to feel anything for the woman he's married to isn't suddenly going to feel something for the nanny."

I almost chuckled, this man was unbelievable. 

I didn't find that comforting in the slightest, but I didn't have time to argue further before Emilia called from the kitchen that breakfast was nearly ready.
We sat down together, Noah already babbling at Emilia about his elephant and his trains, completely charmed by her in a way that made my jealousy worse instead of better.

"You like eggs, Mr. Kane?" Emilia asked, sliding a plate in front of Adrian with a little extra warmth in her smile that I was almost certain I wasn't imagining.
"I do," he said simply, not even glancing up from his phone.

I watched her every move after that. The way she refilled his coffee without being asked. The way she laughed a beat too long at something he said, even though he hadn't actually said anything funny.