My Millionaire Husband Brought a Homeless Elderly Man Into Our Home and Ordered Me, “You Bathe Him. I Don’t Want the Staff Doing It.” I Put On Gloves — Then I Saw a Crescent Birthmark and Opened a Locket I Had Hidden for 20 Years.
Lucas.
Printed.
His.
I still flinched when I remembered the gloves.
He noticed.
He said, “Marianita, you were afraid of a stranger in your house.