The door to the master bedroom on the second floor wasn't closed. Nanny Lin stood at the door and saw Liang Chen, who had been doted on since childhood, kneeling by the bed. He was delicately holding Jing Haohao's hand, gently applying medicine to her. Despite the woman being deep in sleep, unable to feel anything, his touch was very gentle, as if fearful that any careless movement might wake her or cause her any pain.
Surprise flashed in Nanny Lin's eyes, and she stopped at the doorway.
She wasn't sure if at this moment, Mr. Chen understood his own feelings, but she, an old woman who had been serving him for many years, could see clearly at a glance that he had genuinely fallen for Miss Jing.
It was sincere.
Otherwise, he would not have brought Miss Jing back to this villa.
He wouldn't have visited her every night when Jing Haohao was unconscious from the car accident.
He certainly wouldn't have been so angry when he saw her being treated unfairly at the "Golden Years".
