Alya stood in front of Sean Alexander's luxurious apartment.

The cool night air brushed against her face, bringing with it the nervousness that increasingly took hold of her. Since their meeting at the hospital earlier that afternoon, everything had happened so fast. Now, she was actually about to live in a stranger's home to care for a baby that wasn't even her own.

The large door opened automatically after Sean entered a code on the side panel. He walked in without looking back, forcing Alya to quickly follow. The moment she crossed the threshold, she was stunned.

The room was spacious, with high ceilings and a modern interior dominated by shades of black, white, and gray. Every piece of furniture looked expensive and perfectly arranged, giving off a cold and formal impression-just like the man who owned it.

"Follow me," Sean said curtly, walking toward a room in the corner of the apartment. Alya followed silently.

It was the baby's room. Unlike the rest of the apartment, which felt cold and sterile, this room felt warm and cozy. The walls were decorated with night-sky-themed wallpaper adorned with tiny glowing stars. A white crib sat in the center of the room, complete with neatly arranged baby supplies on nearby shelves.

Inside the crib, Leon slept peacefully, his tiny face calm under the soft glow of the nightlight. Alya's heart ached. For some reason, seeing the baby stirred something inside her-something that reminded her of the first time she saw Rey.

"From now on, this will be your room too," Sean's voice pulled her back to reality.

Alya turned to him, surprised. "I'll sleep here?"

Sean nodded. "Leon is still an infant. He needs to be nursed at night. I don't want any delays just because you have to walk from another room. Everything you need is here, including a private bathroom. If there's anything missing, let the head assistant I've assigned know."

Alya looked around the room. Though she never imagined she'd live in a place like this, at least she had her own space and didn't have to feel like a guest in someone else's home.

"All right, sir," Alya finally replied.

Sean nodded, then glanced toward Leon. "Leon's feeding schedule is written on the table. I want everything to run according to that."

Alya frowned. "I understand, but babies don't always follow strict schedules. They need comfort, not just routines."

Sean's gaze sharpened. "That's not your concern. Your job is to provide breast milk, not decide how to raise my son."

Alya bit her lip, holding back a response that nearly escaped. This man clearly needed to control everything, and she didn't want to start a conflict from day one.

"Understood," she said at last, choosing not to argue.

Sean looked at her for a moment, as if ensuring there would be no further objections, then said, "In that case, I leave Leon in your care." Without waiting for a response, he turned and left the room.

Once the door closed, Alya let out a long breath. She approached the crib and looked down at Leon, still fast asleep. His tiny face looked so innocent and fragile. Gently, she reached out and touched his soft cheek.

"Hello, Leon," she whispered. "From now on, I'll take care of you. We're the same. You lost your mom. I lost my child. But maybe you're even sadder... because at least mine is still alive, even though we're in different worlds now. Hang in there, okay?"

Leon stirred slightly, let out a small sound, then fell back into deep sleep. Alya smiled faintly, feeling something warm stir in her heart.

She observed Leon sleeping soundly in the crib. The room was spacious and elegant, with soft blue décor that offered a sense of calm. Only the baby's tiny breaths broke the silence. Her heart still felt heavy, but at least there was something she could do-she could provide milk for this baby.

The first day in Sean Alexander's home felt incredibly awkward.

Alya wasn't yet used to this new environment, especially with the strict rules in place. Sean himself barely spoke to her after their meeting the day before. He gave instructions only through the head housekeeper, Mrs. Rina. Alya was respected as Leon's wet nurse, but still treated as staff.

That afternoon, Alya sat by the window, watching the sky turn orange. She hadn't seen Sean again since morning. The man was always busy, as if his world revolved solely around his business. But behind his cold demeanor, Alya knew Sean cared about his child. After all, he hadn't chosen just anyone to care for Leon.

The door opened quietly. Sean appeared, wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His gaze was sharp as usual, but this time there was a hint of exhaustion in his eyes. He walked over to the crib and looked down at the still-sleeping Leon.

"Is he sleeping well?" he asked, not turning to Alya.

Alya nodded. "Yes. He's a calm baby."

Sean was silent for a moment, then turned to face her. "Are you having trouble adjusting here?"

Alya hadn't expected that question. "Not really, sir. It's just... everything still feels new. I'm still learning to adapt."

Sean gave a small nod. "As long as you follow the rules and take good care of Leon, there won't be any problems."

Alya understood what he meant. She knew Sean didn't want any emotional attachment, and she tried to keep her distance. This was just a job, and she had promised not to get emotionally involved. But how could she keep her heart from getting close to a baby this small?

"Why are you so strict about these boundaries?"

Alya asked suddenly, unaware that her inner thoughts had slipped out.

Sean looked at her, his expression hardening.

"Because I don't want to make the same mistake. Leon only needs someone to nurse him, not a replacement mother. I don't want him growing up with unrealistic hopes."

There was pain in his voice, even though he tried to hide it. Alya didn't press further. She knew something in Sean's past had shaped him into who he was now. But she didn't want to force her way into knowing it either.

Just then, Leon's cry filled the room. Alya immediately picked him up and held him gently. She could feel his small body squirming, searching for comfort. Slowly, Alya began to nurse him, her back turned.

Sean watched in silence. His eyes were no longer just observing-there was something deeper in them. Something almost like admiration.

Alya lowered her gaze, focusing on Leon. She didn't know where all of this was going to lead, but one thing was certain-taking this job had changed her life. And perhaps, it was also beginning to change the heart of someone who had long kept it shut.

But she still didn't know how deep her involvement would affect her.

Alya sat in her new room, staring at the ceiling with mixed feelings. The room was spacious, designed in a minimalist style with calming neutral tones. Although it was far more comfortable than the house she once shared with Adrian, Alya felt something was missing.

In the crib, Leon slept peacefully. His breathing was steady, his tiny face serene. Alya still couldn't fully get used to the fact that she was now this baby's wet nurse. Every time she looked at Leon, guilt over Rey came rushing back.

"I'm fine," she whispered softly, as if trying to convince herself.

But before she could drown any deeper in her thoughts, a knock on the door startled her. She got up and opened it, finding Sean standing there with his usual unreadable expression.

"How's Leon?" he asked directly, without small talk.

Alya swallowed. "He's fine. Just fell asleep."

Sean gave a small nod, his eyes glancing into the room to check on his child. After a few seconds of silence, he looked back at Alya.

"I want to talk."

Alya frowned slightly. "About what, sir?"

Sean stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, making Alya feel a bit awkward. He walked toward the window, crossing his arms.

"I want to make sure you fully understand our agreement."

Alya sighed. "I understand. I'm only here to nurse Leon. Nothing more. No emotional involvement. I've heard everything, Mr. Sean."

"Good." Sean looked at her sharply. "I don't want any misunderstandings. You're here to provide breast milk, not to take the place of his mother. I don't want Leon confused."

There was something in his tone that made Alya's chest tighten.

"Mr. Sean... he's just a baby. He needs love. I'm not trying to take anyone's place. I just want to take care of him properly."

Sean was silent for a moment, then let out a deep breath.

"I just don't want the same thing to happen again."

Alya tilted her head slightly. "What do you mean?"

The man hesitated, as if unsure whether to answer. But finally, he said,

"His mother left him. I don't want him growing up with the wrong hopes."

His words stunned Alya. She never really knew what had happened between Sean and Leon's mother, but it was clear the man carried deep wounds.

"I understand," Alya said softly. "I won't confuse Leon. I just want to do my job well."

Sean looked at her for a moment, then nodded.

"Good. Just make sure you remain professional."

With that, he turned and walked out, leaving Alya with a swirl of unanswered questions in her head.

The days that followed settled into a steady rhythm. Alya cared for Leon with full attention, ensuring the baby received enough nourishment. Each time she nursed him, a warmth spread through her chest-a feeling she had almost forgotten since losing Rey. But she always reminded herself of her boundaries. This wasn't her child. She was just a wet nurse, nothing more.

Sean was rarely home. The man was always busy with work, often returning late at night or not at all. But whenever he was home, the atmosphere felt heavier. Sean was a man full of mystery, closed-off, and hard to read.

One night, after putting Leon to sleep, Alya decided to go to the kitchen for a cup of tea. But as she came down the stairs, she heard a voice from Sean's study.

"I don't care-make sure the stocks stay stable!" Sean's voice was cold and sharp.

Alya paused in front of the slightly ajar door. She hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but his tone was too intense to ignore.

"You think I don't know your game?" Sean continued, his voice filled with fury. "Don't even think about betraying the trust I gave you."

Alya swallowed hard. It was the first time she had heard Sean speak with such icy authority. As she turned to leave, the door suddenly swung open-and there he stood, eyes piercing.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, his tone accusatory.

Alya froze, caught off guard. His gaze was so sharp it took her breath away.

"I just wanted to make some tea," Alya replied softly, trying to maintain her composure.

Sean studied her expression intently. His face still reflected the tension from the phone call he had just ended. But instead of scolding her further, Sean let out a deep sigh and walked past her.

"It's late. You should go back to your room," he said without looking back.

Alya nodded, choosing not to respond. She didn't want to escalate the situation, especially when Sean was clearly in a volatile emotional state. Still, she couldn't ignore what she had just overheard. Something had clearly upset him-something related to his business.

As she returned to her room, her mind was still preoccupied with the conversation. What exactly had happened? And why was Sean so angry? Did it have anything to do with his past? Alya didn't know, but one thing was certain-Sean was carrying wounds that hadn't healed.

The next morning, Alya woke up earlier than usual. She found Leon still fast asleep. His tiny face looked so peaceful, making her smile softly. Although she had initially doubted her decision to stay, each day she found herself growing more attached to the baby.

While changing Leon's diaper, the bedroom door opened and Sean appeared. He looked sharp in his tailored suit, but his expression remained the same-cold and unreadable.

"I'm going out of town today. I'll probably be back tomorrow night," he said curtly.

Alya raised her eyebrows, slightly surprised. "Yes, sir. Is there anything I need to do besides taking care of Leon?"

Sean looked at her for a few seconds before replying, "Just stick to the rules. And don't ask too many questions."

Alya sighed. "I've never asked anything, Mr. Sean."

He didn't respond, just gave a brief nod before turning to leave. But before the door fully closed, he paused.

"If you need anything, call Mrs. Rina."

Then he was gone, leaving Alya with a head full of questions. She didn't understand why Sean always kept his distance. He clearly had a gentle side-she could see it in the way he looked at Leon. But at the same time, he had built high walls around himself.

That day passed rather peacefully. Alya spent time with Leon, reading him short stories and occasionally talking to him. Even though the baby couldn't understand her words yet, she still found comfort in doing so.

But that calm didn't last long. In the late afternoon, the main doorbell rang. Alya, who was in the nursery, turned toward the sound, wondering who it could be.

Soon, she heard Mrs. Rina's voice outside the room.

"Miss Alya, there's a guest here to see you."

Alya frowned. A guest? Who would be looking for her in this house?

Carefully, she placed Leon back in his crib and stepped out of the room toward the living room. Her heart pounded the moment she saw the figure standing there.

A woman with long wavy hair and an air of confidence stood in front of her. She looked elegant in a beige designer dress that fit her perfectly. Her sharp gaze seemed to scan Alya from head to toe.

"You must be Alya," she said, her voice calm but piercing.

Alya nodded slowly. "Yes. I'm sorry, who are you?"

The woman gave a slight smile, but there was something dangerous behind it.

"I'm Catherine. Sean's ex-fiancée."

Alya felt her body tense. Ex-fiancée?

"I want to talk to you," Catherine continued bluntly. "I hope I'm not interrupting your... babysitting duties."

Alya knew she couldn't refuse. Carefully, she sat on the sofa while Catherine took the seat across from her. There was tension in the air, as if this were no ordinary meeting.

"I'll get straight to the point," Catherine said, crossing her legs. "I want to know what your real relationship with Sean is."

Alya swallowed. "I'm just Leon's wet nurse. Nothing more."

Catherine narrowed her eyes, as if trying to decide whether Alya was telling the truth.

"Just that?"

"Yes. I'm here to care for Leon, nothing else."

Catherine let out a short sigh, then smirked.

"You know, Sean isn't the type to let just anyone into his life. He's very selective about who he lets close. If he's allowing you to live here, there must be another reason."

Alya clasped her hands in her lap. "I don't know what you're implying, Miss Catherine."

The woman gave a cold little laugh. "Don't be so confident, Alya. I just want to remind you of one thing-Sean doesn't trust anyone. And if you think you can change that, you're going to be disappointed."

Alya didn't like her tone. "I've never had such intentions."

"Good," Catherine said shortly, then stood up. "I hope you remember my words. Because in the end, no one truly gets into Sean Alexander's world."

Alya remained silent as the woman walked away, leaving her with a swirl of thoughts.

What was Catherine really after? Why did she feel the need to warn her? And most of all-what had actually happened between her and Sean?

As night fell, Alya still couldn't shake the unease in her chest.

Maybe Catherine was right. Maybe Sean was a man no one could get close to.

But one thing was certain-she was already in too deep in his world.