The atmosphere in the mansion was colder than ever. Lily had been on edge since breakfast, her nerves a live wire each time she saw Aiden. There was an intensity in his gaze lately, one she couldn’t read. He’d been watching her differently, as if trying to uncover something she didn’t want him to see.
By evening, she was in the study, pretending to be absorbed in emails, when she felt his presence behind her.
“Lily.” His voice was low, commanding.
She turned, her heart pounding. He was standing in the doorway, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on her with a penetrating sharpness.
“Yes?” She tried to keep her tone casual, but it wavered slightly.
He didn’t move. “Close the laptop.”
She blinked, confused, but did as he asked. He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving her face.
“Let’s drop
