As Sofia and Ryan discussed the terms of her employment, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to him than met the eye. His demeanor, though cold and distant, hinted at a troubled soul.
"Your wife…?" Sofia hesitated, unsure of how to phrase her question.
Ryan's expression hardened. "My wife passed away several years ago," he replied, his voice barely a whisper. "A tragic accident."
Sofia felt a pang of sympathy. She could only imagine the pain he must have endured.
"I'm so sorry for your loss," she murmured.
Ryan nodded, his gaze turning distant. "Thank you."
As the days turned into weeks, Sofia settled into her new role as nanny to Lily. The little girl was a constant source of joy, her laughter echoing through the grand halls of Blackwood Manor.
Sofia found herself drawn to Lily's innocence and warmth. The girl had an uncanny ability to see through Ryan's facade, her playful banter often coaxing a smile from his usually stern expression.
One evening, as Sofia was reading a bedtime story to Lily, Ryan entered the room. He paused in the doorway, watching the two of them. A soft smile played on his lips as he observed the tender bond between Sofia and his daughter.
"She seems to like you," he remarked, his voice barely audible.
Sofia smiled. "She's a wonderful child, Mr. Blackwood."
Ryan nodded, his gaze lingering on Lily. "Her mother would have loved you."