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Jamie replied calmly, "But being a cleaner pays better."

She had heard similar comments before. Even Mrs. Lawrence, the agency manager, had mentioned how rare it was to see someone her age in this line of work.

Given the choice, Jamie wouldn't have picked this path either. But with no one to lean on, and Charlie needing costly medical treatments, she had no other option. Even though Winnie had lent her some money, it still needed to be repaid. Jamie preferred earning her own way, even if it meant harder work. At least she could spend that money with a clear conscience.

"Got a younger brother at home or something?" Mr. Adams asked, his eyes fixed on her with an intensity that made her skin crawl.

Jamie was focused on cleaning the TV stand, her back to him. "I don't have a brother. But I do have a son. I'm working to save up for his medical expenses."

At first, Mr. Adams thought Jamie was joking. "Come on, you're kidding, right? Look at you! You're so slim and fit! You can't possibly be a mom."

He thought back to his wife, who had put on weight after giving birth a couple of years ago, reaching nearly 150 pounds. Like most moms, her belly was soft and bulging, with loose skin and extra weight. Just the sight was enough to turn him off from any thought of intimacy.

But Jamie? She was slim and curvy in all the right places, and he couldn't help but feel a stirring of desire just looking at her.

"I'm not joking. My son's already three," Jamie replied, unaware of his thoughts.

Realizing she wasn't joking, his expression soured. A child meant she was probably married, and he figured that might complicate things.

"The cleaning's looking good. I don't

think you need to walk the dog today. It's windy out anyway," he said. "Will your husband be picking you up, or are you heading back on your own?" en

"He's busy with work, so I'll head back myself," Jamie answered, instinctively cautious.

Out alone for work, Jamie figured claiming a husband would help ward off any unwanted advances. It was better than letting on she was single. It might at least deter any ideas some people might get. Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

But she had underestimated Mr. Adams's boldness. Realizing her "husband" wasn't around and it was just the two of them, he felt bold.

He rose from the couch and started moving toward her, step by step. Just as he was about to reach out, the sound of the door unlocking made him freeze. This time, his wife had come home.

He quickly drew his hand back, settling onto the couch with a forced casualness, resuming his fruit snack. But somehow, the fruit tasted sour and bitter, not sweet at all.

"Looks spotless! Much more

thorough than the last few we had.

How many hours did you put in today? I'get you paid right away and let's make this a regular arrangement," Mrs. Adams said,

glancing around with satisfaction.

With a large home and a generous budget, they expected to find reliable cleaning help. But previous cleaners treated them like easy targets, overcharging for subpar work. Jamie, however, was different and her attention to detail stood out.

"This is my payment code," Jamie said, giving them the total amount.