A billionaire pretends to be asleep to test his housekeeper’s son: the boy’s reaction astonishes him! – Page 2

Then warmth settled over Malcolm’s legs. Milo’s thin rain jacket. Damp but offered with sincerity.

Malcolm expected the money to vanish in the next breath. Instead, he heard paper sliding on wood. He cracked a single eye and saw Milo pushing the envelope back toward the center of the table so it would not fall. He even placed Malcolm’s leather notebook neatly beside it.

“Safe now,” Milo whispered.

The boy returned to the rug and hugged his own arms for warmth. His jacket remained on Malcolm’s lap.

The old man felt something shift inside him. He had built high walls around his heart, but this child’s gentleness struck through a gap he had not known was there.

Then the library door burst open and Brianna rushed in. She froze at the sight. Her son without a coat. The coat on Malcolm. The envelope still on the table.

“Milo,” she gasped, panic twisting her voice. “What did you do? Did you touch that money?”

“I only helped him,” Milo said timidly.

Before Brianna could pull the coat off Malcolm’s legs, he groaned and sat upright. She nearly dropped to her knees in fright.

“I am sorry, sir,” Brianna pleaded. “I can leave with my son at once. Please give me another chance.”

Malcolm tapped the envelope and called Milo forward. The boy stepped up, shaking.

“Why did you put your jacket on me?” Malcolm asked.

“You looked cold,” Milo whispered. “Cold is cold. Mom says you help people when they are cold.”

Malcolm exhaled slowly. This truth was so simple that it pierced him. He leaned back and considered the velvet where the wet jacket had rested. A faint spot marked the fabric.

“That chair is expensive,” Malcolm grumbled. “It will cost five hundred dollars to repair.”

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