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A Husband For The NANNY

“Congratulations, you have been hired as the personal assistant…” “Really!” Grace exclaimed even before Jace Brandon, the CEO of Brandon Corporations could finish his statement. The growing sparkle in Grace’s eyes did not escape the keen sight of Jace. “To my son,” he completed. “Yes, I’m very much delighted to take up the position of the personal assistant to … your what?!” Grace’s eyes almost popped out of their socket as she completed “son?” listlessly. “You heard me right,” Jace replied coldly as he stared at Grace. “Is that not the same as being employed as your child’s nanny?” Grace asked doubtfully. “If you want to put it that way, yes.” Jace replied nonchalantly. “In other words…” Grace began. “You are officially my son’s nanny, if you accept the offer,” Jace Brandon completed. “If there is nothing else, this interview is officially over.” ********* Grace Fowler, who had always dreamt of becoming a top designer in the biggest designing firm in the country was blacklisted for exposing sensitive company information due to a set up by the ones she trusted the most— her boyfriend and her kid sister. Shattered and battered, she set out for greener pastures in an unknown land and ended up being hired as a nanny to the son of Jace Brandon, the wealthiest billionaire in San Francisco. But the scariest thing was when her job description was gradually amended to not only taking care of the five year old autistic son of the CEO but the widowed CEO himself. What does the future hold for her when suddenly, everything around her begins to change and her past comes calling again with the sudden appearance of her boss’s late wife. Will Grace be able to let go of her past and embrace the joy of fighting for the heart of the man her heart yearns for, or settle for happiness in the arms of Trent, her boss’s cousin, who literally adores the ground Grace walks on?

Beautifiedg1 · Urbano
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344 Chs

Did You Do Something Wrong?

Jace sighed in frustration. "Aren't you forgetting something?" he asked coldly.

Grace's head shot up. 'Why does he seem angry all of a sudden? Weren't they getting along just fine?'

"I don't know what you're talking about, sir," Grace said after racking her brain, then leaned her head against the window, watching as the car sped past other cars.

Jace on the other hand had his gaze trained on Grace the whole time and didn't know what to make of the woman who was clearly pretending not to know what he was talking about.

How many times has he told her to not address him as sir? And what was the tremor he heard in her voice.

He bent down, gently lifted Grace's chin and asked, 

"Are you sure you don't know what I'm talking about?"

She's been acting strangely since he asked her to ride with him in the car. She was acting wary as if she was afraid of something.