But there was one thing he never did.
He never contacted the maid.
Not once.
Because he had promised himself that if she ever returned, it would be because she wanted to.
Then one rainy afternoon, nearly four months after she left, someone knocked on the mansion door.
The new housekeeper opened it.
The young woman stood outside wearing a simple coat, holding an umbrella in one hand and a small envelope in the other.
She asked if the millionaire was home.
When he heard her name, his heart stopped.
He told the housekeeper to let her in.
She entered the living room.
He looked at her for a long moment.
“You came back.”
“I did.”
“Why?”
She smiled faintly.
“Because I missed you.”
He looked away.
For a man who had once owned companies worth hundreds of millions of dollars, those four words were almost too valuable to hear.
