Chapter 202
~ Nathaniel ~
I'd never cleaned an apartment before in my life.
Growing up in the Bellamy mansion, we'd had staff for everything. Housekeepers, maids, people whose entire job was to ensure we never had to think about mundane tasks like vacuuming or doing dishes.
But here I was, pushing Hailey's ancient vacuum cleaner across her worn carpet, trying to figure out how to make the damn thing pick up debris properly.
For her, though. I was doing this for her.
She was sick. Injured. Recovering from trauma. She needed help, and I was going to provide it, even if it meant fumbling through household chores I had no experience with.
The vacuum was loud—annoyingly so—drowning out most other sounds. So when I heard the knock at the door, I thought I'd imagined it at first.
Then it
