Chapter 2

It wasn't until dusk began to fall that Julian and Leo finally returned.

They didn’t talk much when they were alone; it was usually only when I was present that the atmosphere would lighten.

But now, it seemed I was no longer needed.

Because walking back with them was Chloe Hayes.

The two tall men shielded her between them, Leo lowering his head, searching for conversation topics.

He constantly monitored Chloe's expression, and even the usually taciturn Julian had a slight smile playing on his lips.

They looked harmonious and warm.

She playfully patted Leo’s forehead, her voice chiding.

"Leo, you're such a child. Even if you're upset or angry, you shouldn't shave a girl's head."

"It was just a caregiver, after all. Hair grows back."

Chloe pouted, feigning anger, and said coquettishly:

"So if I ever make you angry, will you shave *my* head too?"

Leo immediately clasped his hands together in a pleading gesture, promising:

"My dear princess, how could I ever be angry with you? Besides, if anyone dared to make you lose even a single strand of hair, I'd make them pay for it a thousand times over."

This humble, fawning Leo was someone I had never seen before.

I listened to all of this in silence, a bitter taste in my mouth.

Because the caregiver with the shaved head Leo was talking about was me.

After Julian and Leo's car accident, the family had practically given up on them, and all the household staff had been reassigned.

Only the two incapacitated men were left in the mansion.

It just so happened that my mother had recently been diagnosed with a fibroid tumor, requiring a large sum of money for examination and treatment.

Initially, I had simply been living with my mother in the Harrison family's guest house.

After her illness, with nowhere to find money, I proactively approached Julian and offered my services as a caregiver.

I signed that contract, becoming their exclusive caregiver.

Back then, shortly after his accident, Leo couldn't accept the reality of his blindness and resisted anyone who tried to approach him.

After I used a little force to make him eat, Leo held a grudge.

He sneaked into my room in the dead of night, and with a shaver, mercilessly cut off my waist-length hair that I had kept for many years.

Afterward, Leo even gleefully brandished his "weapon of choice," threatening:

"Next time you try to pull a stunt on me, it won't be just this."

I cradled the pile of hair on the floor and cried all night.

But now, Leo was using it as a joke to tell others.