Brian helped Briella into the car, stealing a glance at her pale face as she leaned against the headrest. The fever may have calmed, but her body was still arching. Yet, she was already resolved to attend the funeral.
He kept his hands steady on the wheel, but his mind wasn’t as still.
When they reached her villa, Brian spoke up
“You know,” he said, sliding the car into park, “maybe it’s time you considered getting a maid or a housekeeper at least.”
Briella smiled faintly. “I’ve thought about it. I’ll ask my assistant to help me check a few agencies.”
Brian waved his hand. “Don’t bother her. I’ve got a contact. They have trained and well-behaved workers, you’ll like who they bring.”
She gave a small smile, tired but grateful. “Thanks, Brian.”
He nodded.
“I’ll head upstairs and fr
