Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1913

I guess I was courting trouble back then, or at least that's what I thought. That evening, after Griffin took a shower, I helped him shave. I had braced myself to see someone who looked like a down-and-out beggar. But as I got a better look at Griffin's face, I realized my mistake. He was actually more handsome than a freshly-shaven Robinson Crusoe.

Aunt Mary was always a bit of a hard case, but maybe it was Griffin's good looks that softened her up. Even though she was over fifty, she surprisingly had a change of heart. Griffin could stay, but with one condition - he had to work shirtless in the fields every day. I could almost hear Aunt Mary's scheming from a mile away. And honestly, it made sense; at her age, having a nice view was a natural craving.

Griffin was amazing in every way.

just one snag: his knees were way too soft. He'd drop to them at the slightest hint of trouble. If he sensed I was upset, he'd kneel. If he thought he'd messed up, he'd kneel. It took me nearly six months to break him

I never pressed him. Over time, I got used to having him around, like he was my

different. Curious about what was going on, I finally learned about his past that night. Griffin had always been ashamed, worried I'd look down on him. He felt like his way of making a living lacked dignity. To the upper

from a hemorrhage in a past life, but now she was alive and