The Millionaire Ate Alone Every Night — Until a Cleaning Lady’s Son Asked Him One Question
Chapter 7
Sophie began spending more time at the hotel.
She liked Maria.
She adored Oliver.
One evening, the four of them had dinner together.
Oliver looked around the table.
“This is nice.”
Maria smiled.
“What?”
“All of us.”
Ethan glanced at Sophie.
She smiled.
“He’s right.”
The dinner ended late.
Sophie and Oliver went to the hotel arcade.
Maria stayed with Ethan.
She looked at the empty plates.
“I’ve never had this.”
“Had what?”
“A family dinner where nobody is waiting to leave.”
Ethan looked at her.
“Neither have I.”
She smiled.
He took her hand.
“I don’t want to pretend anymore.”
“About what?”
“Us.”
Maria became still.
“I care about you.”
She nodded.
“I care about you too.”
“I don’t want a contract.”
“I don’t want one either.”
“I don’t want to use money.”
“Neither do I.”
“So?”
She smiled.
“We try.”
He kissed her.
It was gentle.
No cameras.
No business.
No audience.
Just two people who had spent years protecting themselves.
The relationship became serious.
Ethan didn’t hide Maria.
He introduced her to his closest friends.
She remained herself.
She still wore comfortable clothes.
Still worked.
Still cared more about Oliver’s homework than investment reports.
The media eventually noticed.
Photos appeared.
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Some comments were cruel.
Maria read them.
She felt ashamed.
Ethan told her:
“Stop.”
“They’re right about one thing.”
“What?”
“Our worlds are different.”
“That doesn’t make you less.”
“I know.”
“You don’t have to become someone else.”
She looked at him.
“Neither do you.”
Their relationship survived the attention.
But the company board was uneasy.
Some directors worried Maria’s background would hurt Ethan’s image.
One suggested he marry someone more “appropriate.”
Ethan refused.
“My personal life isn’t a board decision.”
The director reminded him of shareholders.
Ethan answered:
“Then let shareholders buy shares.”
“Not me.”
Maria heard about the confrontation.
She felt guilty.
“I don’t want to cost you the company.”
“You aren’t.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
He looked at her.
“You didn’t create those people’s prejudice.”
She nodded.
“I’m still afraid.”
“So am I.”
She smiled.
“Then we’re even.”
Their relationship continued.
Oliver adjusted quickly.
He began calling Ethan “Mr. Ethan” and eventually just “Ethan.”
One day, he asked:
“Can I call you Dad?”
Ethan froze.
Maria looked away.
Oliver waited.
Ethan crouched.
“You can call me whatever feels right.”
Oliver smiled.
“Okay, Dad.”
Ethan hugged him.
His eyes filled.
He had lost a wife.
Almost lost a daughter.
And now a little boy was giving him another chance to be a father.
That night, Ethan cried alone.
Not from sadness.
From gratitude.
