I smiled. She seemed easy to be pleased, finding joy in little things. It warmed my heart to see her smile. “Have another bite.” I encouraged her and started feeding her. In no time, Amber’s mouth was full of pancakes, causing her cheeks to puff out as she chewed her breakfast. She resembled a g
RAYMOND I raised an eyebrow at her request. She was indeed full of surprises today. “Go ahead.” “Um…” she stammered, her gaze avoiding mine. I noticed a maid standing behind her, hiding. It must be Sylvia, the youngest maid in the household and the daughter of Lara, one of the older maids who had
She crossed her arms and leaned her back on the sofa head. “You know me, Ray. I cannot act good when I have no interest in her. It’s not that I dislike her. I just don’t care. Do you want me to pretend and sugarcoat everything?” “I’m not asking you to act good. Just talk to her. She’s new to this
AMBER In addition to the mystery of the third-floor prohibition, Sylvia's words also caught me off guard. Maria had been good to her? Sylvia nodded. “The Pack Mother wasn’t so bad when I first got here. My mom used to work for her, and when she got sick, the Pack Mother helped with the medical bil
I pivoted and approached Stephan’s desk. He remained engrossed in perusing the files, adorned in his slender, gold-rimmed glasses. They suited him, though he only wore them when his eyes were on his work, not on me. “My dear, I find myself concerned about Ray. Something about that girl doesn’t sit
AMBER I could hardly believe my eyes. Regina was clad in party attire, a stark contrast to her usual preppy, modest style. I’d always thought she possessed an impeccable sense of style and etiquette for someone her age. But she was a teenager, and her choice of clothing in this clandestine kitchen
I gestured toward the door to my left. “I’ve discovered that there are three backdoors in this manor, and one of them leads from the kitchen. If your aim was merely to play dress-up, you could have easily done that in your room. But you were sneaking out into the kitchen, moving like a thief in your
“Looking for me?” His deep voice caressed my ears before his lips met my shoulder blade in a soft, wet kiss. The hard planes of his chest touched my spine, and my muscles stiffened at the contact. The rhythm of my breath turned heavy as I felt his hand ride up the skin beneath my top while his lip