To take care of his self-esteem, I pretended not to know that he only had one dish for every meal. I gave money to every chef and told them to add some dishes for him, saying that it was leftovers from the day.
I was afraid that his part-time job would earn a little money and influence his schoolwork, so I had my servant squat at the school gate to stop him and arrange for him to tutor kids for 500 dollars per hour every day. Of course, all the money was from me.
At the graduation ceremony, he came over with a red face and wanted to take a photo with me.
He didn't dare to hold my hand, so I held his hand, gave him a bright smile, and confessed to him, "Charles, I love you."
After marriage, I wanted Charles to be a department manager at my father's branch company.
He refused, saying that he didn't want my family to look down on him, and decided to start his own business to give me a comfortable life.
I felt sorry for him and took out my money to help him. I begged him for a long time before he was willing to accept the money.
Now I realized how stupid I had been.
But Charles was a good actor.