Jasper, caught off guard by the sincerity in her plea, found himself at a loss for words. The revelation of her past resonated, and he grappled with the realization that her request for employment wasn't merely about financial gain but stemmed from a genuine need for refuge.
Ella, undeterred by the apparent impracticality of her proposal, continued to sell her skills. "You won't be at a loss," she insisted, her eyes reflecting determination. "My cooking is really good. I am sure you will like it."
Jasper, feeling the weight of an unexpected responsibility, rubbed his forehead in contemplation. "Where did I get stuck?" he mumbled.
He had a villa to live in, but he spent time between the office and his gang activities, which didn't necessitate the presence of a live-in maid. The caretaker took care of the villa.
