Chapter 27. The Plea and Confusing Feelings

I’m humming a hymn as I finish preparing dinner for me and Jerol after that lengthy talk in the pool. We stayed in the pool for the better part of the evening chatting about everything and honestly, it was a fantastic moment. He has loosened up a lot. If this continues, he will be back to normal in no time. That would be nice.

“Ma’am!”

I turn to Terry, stopping the hymn. “Yes, Terry.”

“I just want to congratulate you, ma’am. You’ve done a commendable job in changing sir Jerol. We were all so scared that he might not recover.” She states, helping me pack the dinner in the tray.

The grilled chicken smells so sweet.

“Thank you, Terry.” I mumble.

“Sir Jerol is really lucky to have you, you know.” She adds.

Huh? Why would a multi-billionaire like Jerol be fortuitous to have a poor soul like me?

“Why do you say that?” I query.

“Nobody would have lasted even a minute by his side given his condition and temper, ma’am. You must love him a