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“She eats like Trixie.” A small voice said.

I looked in the voice’s direction. I hadn’t even noticed the little boy sitting two chairs down from me.

The boy looked identical to his older siblings, and there was a certain sadness in his sea-green eyes, like the kid had seen a lot of unspeakable things, and he was staring at me as if he could look into my soul.

“Who is Trixie?” I asked.

“Our dog, she’s a German shepherd.”

I coughed, trying not to feel insulted, because clearly, the kid wasn’t trying to be disrespectful and only stating what he’d observed. Did all the younger Montgomery’s swore that they would slander me as soon as I stepped foot in this house?

“You must be Castle,” I pointed out, smiling at him regardless of being called a hungry dog. “I saw the train and the artwork in your room.”

He looked at me like I’d fallen off the rocker. “Hell nah. I’m Chandler. Castle’s over there!” He pointed in the other direction.

I turned towards where his finger pointed and my fork almost slipped out of my hand.

Castle wasn’t a kid. Not by a long shot.

Either that or I needed a pair of glasses because this was a man sitting at the end of the table. A freakin’ grown man.

He had wavy sable hair neatly combed, and striking aquiline features with a straight nose and an angular jawline, and eyes the color ofCrème brûléethat I was having for dessert.

If Disney Prince’s were real, they’d look like Castle. He was probably better looking than Devin, and I wasn’t even exaggerating. Devin was all charming and easy to talk to, while Castle appeared to be a complete opposite of his brother in every way. There was a certain darkness masked under his golden features, a mysterious aura.

“Hi Castle,” I greeted him and smiled. “It’s so nice to meet you. I’m going to be taking care of you from now on. I hope we can be friends.”

Castle stared at me with a poker face. He didn’t even twitch, not so much as a smile, and just continued to gawk at me like I was a Rubik’s cube he desperately wanted to solve. I now understood what Devin had warned about his brother being different.

Chandler laughed at my side.

“Castle, say hi to Millie.”

He didn’t. Instead, he resumed digging in his plate and stuffing the food in his mouth. I noticed the food that was served to Castle was different. He was having biscuits and gravy.

Devin probably noticed my assessment. “Castle has a lot of likes and dislikes for food, so our cook, Susan, makes him special meals.”

“I see.”

“He likes to dine in his room sometimes, and when he does, I would request you to keep him company.”

“Of course,” I said, and then turned to Dayana on my side. “How old is he?”

“Thirty.” She answered. “He’s our older brother.”

Well, I’d signed the contract thinking they hired me to be a nanny for a child or a teenage boy.

Being a caregiver to a grown man was never the plan.

Guess I didn’t have a choice anymore…

The rest of the dinner passed comfortably, and to be honest, I enjoyed being here, becoming a part of a family so classy and wealthy. I felt privileged, something I’d never dreamed of, to sit with them and be included in their conversations. I realized if I was good at this, and did my job perfectly, Devin won’t have a chance to complain and who knows, I might keep this job permanently.

Before retiring to my bedroom that night, I talked to Dayana. “I think Castle doesn’t really like me.”

She laughed like I was being ridiculous. “That’s not true. There were over three-hundred applicants for this job, and he chose you.”

He chose me?

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