Chapter 91 Aiden I picked up Eric’s bag before he could reach for it and walked toward the guest room without saying anything. I could feel him following me, but I did not turn around. The house had become too quiet after the noise of breakfast, and that silence made every small sound stand out. His shoes moved against the wooden floor behind me, steady and unhurried, as if he had already decided that he belonged here. I stopped at the end of the hallway and pushed open the guest room door. It was a small room my mother usually kept for visitors, with a narrow bed, a wooden table beside it, and a window that looked toward the fields. The curtains were still open, letting the morning light spread across the room. I put his bag on the bed and stepped back. “You can stay here for now,” I said. “For now?” Eric repeated. I looked at him. “Do not make me regret letting you stay.” He gave me a look that was almost amused, but he did not answer. Instead, he walked to the bed and opened h
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