After signing the contract, Maxwell handed it back to Scarlett.
He then observed her with a quizzical expression as she attacked the pasta voraciously as if she hadn't eaten in days.
Moments earlier, she'd been all poise and composure when he brought the dish out from the kitchen, but now, all pretense seemed to have vanished.
He must have really nailed the pasta if it got her eating so quietly.
There was a flicker of emotion on Maxwell's face as he noticed Scarlett had almost finished her meal, except for a few shrimp lingering on her plate.
"Not a fan of shrimp?" he asked casually, mindful of any dietary restrictions she might have.
As her nanny, it was his job to know these things. However, if she had allergies, she would've said something from the start, which was starting to con
