novelraw Chapter 433: If Mr. Xie doesn’t mind, he could work for me to cover the cost of meals and accommodation.
Chapter 433: If Mr. Xie doesn’t mind, he could work for me to cover the cost of meals and accommodation.
Leah saw that his eyes were red from crying, and her heart ached for him. She quickly tossed the snacks into the suitcase, knelt down, and comforted Casimir Shaw softly, "Casimir Shaw, you’re a little adult now. How can you cry like this? This is Mommy’s house, feel free to live here."
While Casimir Shaw cried dramatically, he sneakily glanced at Richard Shaw. He saw Richard sitting in the wheelchair, paying him no attention, his gaze entirely fixed on pretty Leah. Casimir immediately began wailing even louder, his tiny voice howling as he cried, "But Richard said we shouldn’t live off others without earning it. We can’t freeload! I’ve never lived in such a fancy house in all my life."
Although the little wooden house he shared with Richard was beautiful, poetic, and rustic, with every tree and blade of grass handcrafted by them, he would never admit it. As for the Shaw Mansion, it was an old property too. Casimir blinked a few times and contentedly kept crying louder.
"What kind of houses have you been living in before this?" Leah asked, her heart breaking as she wiped away his tears.
"Wooden houses, where we had to burn charcoal to stay warm in the winter," Casimir said as he gradually stopped crying, pursing his small lips.
Leah was dumbfounded and found it hard to fathom. Nowadays, even the poorest are in brick houses. How could someone still be living in wooden houses? She then looked at the man sitting in the wheelchair. His handsome and rugged face was as stoic as stone. With his legs paralyzed and raising a child on his own, it was no wonder their lives were so tough.
"Mr. Shaw, where are you planning to go?" Leah asked, pointing at the suitcase on the ground. Meeting the man’s deep, tea-colored eyes, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes flickered. His eyes resembled top-quality amber—so striking in contrast to his unfortunate fate.
Richard Shaw noticed she was finally speaking to him. The corner of his rigid lips lifted into a barely perceptible arc. His voice rasped and low, he said, "Home."
Leah’s smile froze instantly. Home? Then she wouldn’t see this adorable child again.
Casimir Shaw’s lips quivered. He hugged Leah’s leg, sat on the ground, sobbing softly without saying a word.
"Raising a child nowadays is not easy," Leah said thoughtfully. "Mr. Shaw, if you’re open to it, you can work for me in exchange for food and lodging. Casimir is growing up fast, and he’ll be starting school soon. Going back wouldn’t be very convenient, would it?"
Casimir’s beautiful almond-shaped eyes sparkled. He was already in school, but he figured he could pretend to be clueless and act like he hadn’t studied yet.
"You want to hire me?"
The man’s voice was even lower than before—a deep baritone that, nowadays, women found irresistible.
Leah was momentarily startled. She nodded and said, "Yes. I’m short-handed here. May I ask, what does Mr. Shaw specialize in?"
"Richard can do anything," Casimir chirped brightly, ingratiatingly flattering his father.
The man’s tea-colored eyes grew even more pure. He nodded lightly, tacitly acknowledging what Casimir had said.
Leah was a little at a loss. A man in a wheelchair claiming he could do everything—how convincing could that really be? Then she recalled seeing him cooking in the kitchen yesterday. Instantly, she suggested, "Then you can be the housekeeper. Just focus on cooking."
"In exchange for food and lodging?" The renowned Major General of Imperial City fixed his sharp gaze on the living, breathing beauty in front of him. Seeing her dressed in slim-fit trousers and a beige casual knit sweater today, her perfectly proportioned figure was fully on display. His tea-colored eyes darkened slightly.