Kelly knitted his brows as he mulled over Agatha’s recent behavior. After work, he drove straight to her house. The housekeeper met him at the door with a small bow.“Sir, young miss isn’t back yet,” she said.“I’ll wait,” Kelly replied.He rolled up his sleeves and headed to the kitchen. The housekeeper lingered in the doorway, watching as he moved with quiet confidence—chopping, stirring, tasting. The warm aroma filled the space.“Sir, you know how to cook. Your food smells so good,” she said, impressed.Kelly smiled. “I’ll give you some to taste.”“Thank you so much, sir,” she grinned.When he finished cooking, he served himself, set aside a portion for Agatha, and handed the housekeeper a plate. After he ate, he settled in the living room to wait.By eight o’clock, he called Agatha. She didn’t pick up. He tried again. Her phone went off. His brows drew tighter, frustration simmering beneath his calm.The housekeeper returned, beaming. “The food was really good. I loved it, sir. Yo
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