From the very first time I met him, I knew he was different from those flamboyant, impetuous heirs of wealthy families. He was reserved, restrained, and always measured.
When his cigarette smoke accidentally made me choke, he apologized sincerely—and never smoked in front of me again after that. When I lost control of my emotions and was on the brink of destroying myself, it was him who stopped me. He even opened a bottle of red wine worth five hundred thousand, without the slightest hesitation, just to keep me alive. And when I nearly died from alcohol poisoning, it was also him who took me to the hospital and covered all the expenses.
I never once thought he wanted anything from me.
I have no money, no background, nothing that could be called striking looks—and I’m sickly to boot. The
