Vincenzo’s POV
I'd walked into the apartment I'd gotten for Eloha, and my eyes darkened on seeing the scene. A maid bowed in front of her as she ate popcorn and watched TV.
“What did I say earlier?” She asked, and my brows furrowed.
“Miss Eloha asked to call her madam instead.” The maid said, and Eloha's cackle reverberated throughout the room.
When she noticed me, her eyes beamed, and I found my brows furrowing even more. She'd called me from the date with Sarah and had me come to her, saying that she felt sick. Yet, I would not have expected to meet her in such a condition–completely healthy.
“You're here.” She beamed, and the maid from earlier greeted me before scrambling away in an attempt to escape.
“What's going on here?” I asked, my eyes cold, and I could see the fleeting look of fear in her eyes. Tsk.
“My stomach had been hurting earlier, but now that you're here, it's completely fine.” She said, hugging my arm, and I could not shake off the uncomfortable feeling rising
