Lunch was already prepared by the time Eve got home and she ate her food dejectedly. Wishing that Ethan would come back home with her was like asking for the impossible.
Their relationship was so sour that he rarely spent his days at home and he spent most of his nights at the company.
"M–Ms. Maxwell— I mean, Madam, Isn't the food to your liking?" Elena said, looking worried.
Eve looked sideways at the house stewardess. She could also see fear in the woman's eyes. Blowing out a sigh, she shook her head. "The food is great, Elena, thank you. And when will you start calling me by my name? Do you want me to remind you again and again?"
"My apologies, M–Ms. — Madam. I'll do whatever you say."
"Oh, don't force yourself." Eve finished her food and sighed again. "You can call me by my nam
