HIS FORBIDDEN DESIRE

CHAPTER FIVE

EVIE'S POV

"Why don't we have Evie assist you and Sophie while your Nanny is gone?"

I didn't think he'd respond right away, but the silence that followed made me worry his answer would be no. I was anxious because I hoped it would be yes. Aside from the likely pay and the experience, I really wanted to help Sophie.

"I’m sorry, James, but I don't think that's a good idea."

My heart dropped. Of course, he's a billionaire and could hire any expert he desires. Why would he choose me, a new graduate with zero experience?

“Ethan, just consider this. You’ve worked with various experts before, but none worked out. Why not try something new this time—someone new? Also, Evie won’t be unfamiliar to Sophie.”

“I wouldn’t. I’ve known Sophie for half of her life.”

Mr. Thorne sighed, his voice growing more strained. “I understand, but—”

“Sometimes, simpler is better, my friend,” Father said. “The answer might be in the small things. I believe Evie can truly help your daughter.”

"But... you and I both know Sophie needs specialists." Mr. Thorne's voice was so strained that I couldn't help but peek from around the corner.

He looked troubled, constantly running his hands through his hair. I quickly forced myself not to let my thoughts wander.

It seemed like he wanted to say more, but Father gently shook his head. "She just needs time. Time with the right person."

I noticed Mr. Thorne’s chest rise and fall deeply, indicating he was lost in thought. From where I stood, I could even see his mind spinning.

“Please, my friend,” Dad’s voice was barely a whisper. “I need you to help me… help Evie. That school has always been her dream. She needs this opportunity as much as Sophie does.”

I really do need this. For years, I've aspired to work at the prestigious Everest Academy, which caters to special needs children. It was my mother's unfulfilled dream, and I’ve always enjoyed helping kids.

Moreover, getting into such an academy could secure my future for a long time. The salary was exceptionally high. However, volunteering experience was essential to reaching my goals.

If my experience came from Mr. Thorne, it wouldn’t just be about meeting a requirement. I’d be fulfilling it for the most accomplished tech entrepreneur in New York. His name alone would open doors for me.

There was also a chance of getting a high salary from him, which could improve Dad’s and my current situation.

“I— I’m sorry, James, but I need some time to think about this.” “Please, Ethan, do me this favor.”

Even with that request, I knew it was a tough decision. I understood Mr. Thorne’s dilemma.

But I also knew what was at stake for Dad and me. That’s why I was now heading to the living room with a newfound confidence.

I didn’t get a double major at twenty-one just to be held back by feelings.

“Even though I don’t have professional experience yet, I’ve focused my academic studies on psychology and special education. Through my courses, I’ve gained a thorough understanding of child development, behavior management, and evidence-based methods for children with various needs.”

"Evie, what are you up to–”

Before I could answer, Mr. Thorne cut off Father. “Let her be, James.” I took his stern look as a cue to keep going.

“I was the top student in my class. My enthusiasm and determination have gotten me this far; why would they stop me now?”

Seeing his jaw tighten slightly, I nearly hesitated. Almost. “You can't—” Mr. Thorne began, but I wasn’t finished.

“You don’t know the full range of my skills, so don’t let feelings limit them.”

Father gasped. I pressed on.

“Not long ago, you talked about bringing top students from the university into your company as interns. They have no experience, but you want them.” I paused to catch my breath and gauge his reaction.

The tension in his jaw had eased, and his expression was back to its usual deadpan.

“Mr. Thorne, you know talent when you see it. You also understand not to let emotions affect reason. I am familiar with Sophie and believe I would be the best choice for her.”

My heart raced as I felt his intense gaze. I wasn’t sure if I had made a mistake or said something I shouldn’t have, but it was too late now.

“Oh dear.” Father’s voice became weak. “Evie, you should have let me manage—”

“You’ve got the job.”

“What?” While my reaction was internal, Dad’s was loud and full of surprise.

Without breaking his gaze, Mr. Thorne spoke again.

“Evie has the job. We’re heading to New York first thing tomorrow morning.”