None of the things that happened to me in my life before this moment could have prepared me for the way I felt about Mr Cullen. I wasn’t sure if I loved him, because I’ve never been in love. But I admire and care for him. The kindness he showed after that Ed bastard r***d me, how he looked after me when William was born, and everything he did when my little boy died, drew me to him. I’ve noticed his funny ways; things I didn’t see when I first arrived. He turns his head on the side when he smiles and runs his right hand through his hair when he’s fidgety about something. His blue eyes dance when he looks at me and he licks his lips and thanks me for every meal I prepare, even if it’s not so wonderful. When I lie in bed at night, I wonder if he thinks anything more of me than as a useful co
