Contract Wife Or Longest Crush?

Synopsis

After three years as Charles Sterling's secretary, I knew him inside out. He was a cold, emotionless workaholic, obsessively clean, never interested in women, and always wearing that signature icy poker face. It was 12:30 AM when I pushed open the door to the CEO's office, carrying the last urgent document. What I saw next completely shattered everything I thought I knew about him. The ruthless Charles was standing there, cradling a tiny girl with pigtails in one arm and a bottle of milk in the other. His custom suit sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and on his stern forehead was a bright pink cat band-Aid. I gasped, caught off guard before I could step back. Daisy Sterling's eyes sparkled as she reached out her pudgy arms. "Pretty lady. Hug!" Charles, with his usual poker face, looked at me. "Serena, come in and close the door. You might need to sign a confidentiality agreement." I nodded quickly, reaching for my pen, but before I could react, Daisy wriggled free from Charles's arms and hugged my leg tight. She looked up at me, cheeks streaked with tears, and her voice rang out, bright and clear, "Mommy!"