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Eros' POV

"Of course I am!" Her bubbly laughter filled the air and I subtly breathed out a sigh of relief. I should end this conversation before it turns into something I wouldn't like.

"I will have the maids prepare you something."

Betty gasped. She would want to know about the woman who cleans my house every week. "Oh, you have maids now? What about the other woman who cleans the house three times a week?"

I sighed, wanting to leave the kitchen. "That is her duty." I opened the door expecting to see Dalia but she was not there.

I found her in the same position we left her, chewing peanuts. There was no way I could have heard wrong. She definitely scoffed.

I eyed her suspiciously, expecting her vicious glares and cursing under her breath. There was nothing like that. If anything, she pretended like we weren't there.

I had just instructed the chef to make Betty her favorite dish when Dalia announced she was