The sun was already up by the time Ava opened her eyes again.
Her body felt heavy. Her mind, even heavier. She had barely slept after Leo left her room last night. Every time she closed her eyes, she kept seeing his face. Hearing his voice. That cold smirk. That sharp tone.
She sat up and looked around.
The room was quiet now. Normal. But her chest still felt unsettled.
With a deep breath, she got out of bed, pulled on a hoodie over her thin tank top, and walked down the long hallway toward the kitchen.
She wasn’t even sure what she was supposed to do. Was he serious? Did he really expect her to take over the maid’s job?
She stepped into the kitchen and froze.
Leo was already there.
He was sitting at the counter, dressed in a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, a mug in his hand. His eyes lifted the moment she entered.
Ava paused, her fingers curling around the edge of the doorframe.
He didn’t look surprised to see her. In fact, he looked like he had been waiting.
“Well,” he said. “Loo
