Eloise POV:
"Sir, may I come in?" Claire’s voice came from just outside the door.
"Yes, you can," Dante replied, his tone casual and unreadable.
Claire entered, pushing a food trolley stacked with a variety of healthy dishes. She wheeled it silently to the side of the bed and began arranging the plates on the master-table with care, something she was used to doing after serving the Romano's household for many years.
"You can leave it. I’ll handle the rest," Dante said flatly, arms folded over his toned chest as he leaned against the wall.
Claire paused mid-motion, clearly taken aback. It was unlike him to take over such a task, and the surprise showed in her widened eyes. For a brief second, she stared at him, processing the shift in routine.
Snapping out of it quickly, she averted
