Elise’s POV
I stared at my bandaged finger for a long moment, my lips curving into a small, almost disbelieving smile.
The CEO himself had taken time out of his busy schedule to tend to my wound. He hadn’t acted annoyed or impatient. He hadn’t barked orders or dismissed me like I was nothing. Instead, he’d carefully wrapped the bandage around my finger, his touch gentle, his concern genuine.
An amazing father.
That was the first thought that crossed my mind.
And almost immediately, my chest tightened.
If it had been my own father…
I swallowed hard.
He wouldn’t have cared that I was bleeding. He would have blamed me for breaking the glass in the first place. He might have shoved the shards into my palm just to “teach me a lesson.”
The smile on my face faded.
Funny how one simple a
