In a premium residential area.
"Hello, my name is Ruth Henderson."
The woman stood in the hall, her hands tense and folded.
She had come to apply to be a nanny.
Her future employer was the father of her biological son, and she was here to apply for a job to take care of her child, who was taken away from her after a close shave with death when giving birth to him.
"Okay."
After reading the resume, the man looked up at Ruth thoughtfully.
Ruth concealed her appearance with a pair of old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses and left her face plain without makeup.
"If you want to be hired for this position, there is only one condition. You have to convince the young master to accept you and be willing to let you stay."
The man sounded indifferent, and his handsome face was cold and grim.
"Yes, I understand."
Ruth nodded quickly.
As she was about to see her son, who was taken away from her since birth, she was so nervous that her palms were sweating.
The man stood up.
At 1.89 meters tall, he was strong and mighty, carrying a domineering aura. Ruth subconsciously took a step back.
"Ah."
The corners of the man's lips twitched, and his gaze seemed mocking, "What a timid and stupid woman. I don't think you will last long."
Ruth was speechless.
She was scolded for no reason.
Ruth balled her hands into fists. Her knuckles were already white.
She was about to rebut.
In the very next moment, a sweet voice suddenly said, "Zavier."
The woman walked into the room, her sharp eyes fixed upon Ruth's plain face. Her eyes turned gentle, losing their hostility, and her voice was pleasant. "Who is this?"
Ruth was also looking at her. Surprise flashed in her eyes.
This was Zavier Moore's girlfriend. Wouldn't she most likely be her son's future stepmother?
"Bryson's nanny."
Zavier looked at that woman, his gaze was filled with a rare gentleness. "Why are you here? I planned to pick you up."
"I just thought of sending over Bryson's laptop. You know he is a tech fan who likes this kind of electronic products the most. He will be very anxious without it after a while."
"He has such a foul temperament. Don't indulge him like this."
Zavier frowned.
Adrianna Scott smiled brightly. "It's fine. I am willing to do anything if it pleases Bryson. Give it to him, and don't tell him I bought it or he will smash it again."
"Oh, you."
Zavier shook his head, took the laptop, and suddenly turned around and handed it to Ruth. "If you can convince Bryson to accept the laptop, I will hire you as a nanny."
"Be careful, Bryson has a bad temper, don't let him hurt you."
Adrianna Scott was concerned.
"Okay, thank you, Miss Scott, for your concern."
Ruth held the laptop and responded politely.
A hint of anxiety grew quietly in her heart.
Was her son really that grumpy?
"Follow me."
The butler stepped forward and motioned to Ruth to follow him upstairs.
"Yes."
Ruth glanced at Adrianna and turned to follow the butler.
No one knew how hard her heart was pumping.
She ignored the voice behind her, "Zavier, let's go quickly or we'd be late for the party."
"This is Ruth, young master's new nanny."
Upstairs.
In the aisle.
The butler introduced her to Aunt Xenakis, who took care of Bryson Moore since he was born.
Aunt Xenakis greeted her and whispered, "The young master wouldn't get up. You have to be careful, in case he hits you with something."
Ruth said nothing.
She was taken aback.
She could only say weakly, "Does he often try to hurt someone when he is trying to wake up?"
"Of course, he has smashed a few things several times before. Anyway, just be careful."
Aunt Xenakis led Ruth into the bedroom.
The little brat was sitting on the bed with the blanket rolled up. He looked curiously at the woman who had just walked in with his pair of large, bright, and watery eyes.
It was him!
Ruth stared at him blankly for a while.
His tender face, long eyelashes, prominent nose, and little cherry lips.
If it wasn't for his short hair or the chill in his eyes, he would have looked like his father.
Ruth thought he was a little princess; a little copy of her.
"Young master."
Aunt Xenakis carefully said, "This is the new nanny."
"A newcomer?"
The brat lifted the blanket and stood up.
He slept naked.
His naked body was revealed to Ruth as he opened his arms. "Come here and dress me."
