The days at the penthouse passed quietly. There were no fights, no shouting matches, no harsh words. But there was something else now. Something quiet… and unexpected.
Ann noticed it first when she came down for breakfast one morning. She didn’t expect anyone to be awake. It was barely seven. But the dining table already had her favorite toast, a boiled egg, and fresh orange juice waiting.
She blinked, confused.
Maria, the housekeeper, stepped into the room with a knowing smile. “Mr. Knight said you’ve been skipping breakfast. He asked me to make sure you eat something healthy.”
Ann sat slowly. “He did?”
Maria nodded. “He even asked if you liked honey or jam better.”
Ann felt a strange warmth in her chest. She hadn’t had anyone fuss over her like that in a long time. Not since her mo
