CHAPTER 25

The door opened, and she peeked in.

“Miguel…” she said softly. She never called him ‘sir,’ except when others were around. Her tone had never changed, even with him as CEO. “Working overtime again? Or do you want to rest?”

Miguel didn’t answer, only lifted his glass slightly, staring at the brown liquid as if it could carry the weight of the day.

Beatrice felt the heaviness in his expression—a quiet sorrow, unlike anything she had seen in her young master. Since his curiosity about Lilliane Olivares had awakened, she had witnessed emotions she’d never seen him show to any other woman.

“You don’t need to say it,” she murmured. “Even without words, I know. It’s Lilliane, isn’t it?”

Miguel remained silent, finally letting out a long, deep sigh.

“I never wanted things to become complicated,” he admitted, almost in a whisper.

Beatrice raised an eyebrow and entered the office fully, closing the door behind her. Her eyes never left him, reading the emotions etched on his face. She sat on the