Mason gave her a look before pulling out a bathrobe from the wardrobe. He said dryly, “I sincerely hope you can do a good job! My wife used to grumble that I’m very picky and that it was hard trying to please me.”

Zoe couldn’t help but ask, “Are you and your wife close, Mr. Mason?” Then, she immediately regretted asking about it.

As expected, his face turned cold at once. “That’s none of your concern!”

Zoe felt mortified.

She felt as humiliated as the time she was at the motel, but she needed the job. So, she had to take all of the insulting and miserable moments that came with it.

Opening the wardrobe, she picked out a suitable outfit for him. He’d be attending a formal meeting. So, she picked a deep gray, hand-tailored suit and a light blue shirt to go with it.

Faint steam rose in the air when she was ironing them. The smell was familiar. In fact, everything she was doing in there felt like déjà vu to her. It felt as if she had been doing this countless times in a faraway dre