Annabelle was woken up by the sound of their conversation.
Even though Elio was here to help, his arrogant, condescending, and almost lecturing tone made her uncomfortable.
Kendrick was a proud man—how could he tolerate that?
And to make things worse, she had been the one to ask Elio for help…
As Kendrick walked toward her, his expression was dark and unreadable. He was probably mad at her, right?
The young master had once said that nothing hurt a man more than looking weak in front of the woman he loved…
Maybe Kendrick thought she had gone behind his back, doubted his ability, and made decisions for him.
How could she explain herself in a way that wouldn’t hurt his pride?
How could she let him know that she only wanted to help—that she had never, ever thought of him as a failure?
