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Lyla

When I arrived at my room, the warm scent of lavender greeted me. Nanny was there,

smoothing the wrinkles from my bedspread. The windows and curtains were open to let in light. and a cool breeze. The entire room looked sparkling and brand new.

She looked up as I entered, her face lighting up with a smile.

“Done with training already?” she asked surprisingly gently.

I blinked. I expected her to scold me for going to train barely hours after recovering.

“Yes,” I nodded, staring at her cautiously.

“Good!” she nodded and returned to her task, humming softly to herself.

I stood there for a few minutes, hoping she would snap at me, but she didn’t. She must have noticed I was still there because she looked up again.

“Did you want something?” she asked.

“No,” I shook my head. “The maids would have cleaned the room. You’re at that age when you shouldn’t be bending so much.”

“That’s a wonderful way to say thank you, she murmured without looking at me. “I raised you

well.”

“That’s not what I mean, Nan,” I sighed. “I feel so bad that you’re cleaning my

room. I can do that.”

*I’ve always cleaned your room whenever you recover from an illness and back when we still lived together. It’s something I enjoy doing – taking care of you!”

“I’m 23. You don’t have to do that anymore.”

“Why?” she paused, straightening. “Because you’re still the messiest 23–year–old I know. I saw dirty clothes under your bed and unspread laundry in your bathroom. Not to talk of your clothes. are not properly arranged in your wardrobe. Who knows, that might have caused the illness.”

“Nan!” I laughed despite myself. “You sound like my mother.”

answer; she was

me, training? I know

but I’m not. I’ve realized that I spend half my energy running after you, begging you to eat healthy, asking you to document your heat so your pheromones don’t take you unawares, arguing with you about your choices… but

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your heat so your pheromones don’t take you unawares, arguing with you about your choices… but you don’t listen. I’m going to let you do whatever you want to do. Be my guest if you want to train

Why was she being

was and hugged her from

her waist.

was worried that you might beat him, so he ensured I didn’t overdo it. Don’t

her eyes. “Have you thought about going back to

soothing scent calmed my nerves. “That’s what I thought, but these days, I’m beginning to

she interrupted me, turning to

please, not this

Nathan…”

need me here. I told you. I’ve decided to take on the role,

want you to put yourself first for once, Lyla,” she interrupted me again before returning to her task. “Maybe you’d see that you’re not needed here.”

ant us to

This was not the first time she had brought this up, and I didn’t want

go shower really quick,” I said instead, escaping

and dried my hair with a towel. Nanny was still there. She sat at the edge of my bed,

sad…, and the aura around her felt miserable, but I didn’t know how to ask. I’m not good with things like that. So, I cleaned my body and put on comfy clothes. When I

came to me, placing a small gift box

I plodded gently.

“It’s a few weeks before your birthday. Consider it an

smiled at her. “Thank

gasped with shock when I saw a string

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were a baby. You were so beautiful… even now…much more and…” a tear rolled down her check. “Do you like

making Nanny so sad. “I love it.

and took the pearls from me. I noticed that she was trying so hard to control the tears now. I watched as she clasped the necklace around my neck. As

before clearing. When I looked

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