Rosa swallowed nervously, struggling to find her words.
Finally, she put on a professional demeanor and said, "There’s a difference between male and female dietary needs. The meals I prepare for you aren’t suitable for Mr. Felix. I hope you understand."
Her tone was firm and serious.
Elena didn’t argue further, knowing it wasn’t worth it.
Rosa’s reasoning was just an excuse anyway.
Elena nodded, her tone calm. "Fine. Since the meals are just for me, prepare them daily. I’ll take them to the office and eat on schedule."
Felix, who had been silently observing, finally spoke once Rosa left.
A trace of doubt lingered in his voice.
"Can we really trust someone sent by the Hall family?"
Elena shook her head. "No. They know we’re planning to have a child and don’t want me to get pregnant
