CHAPTER 45.
WE HAVE A PROBLEM.
~ASHLEY POINT OF VIEW~
“Please, Adam. Don't make this hard,” she says softly. “You have until the end of today to leave the mansion.”
“And please—”
“He's not leaving.” The words leave my mouth before I can stop them.
Every head at the table turns to me. Tension stretches, thickening with each passing second.
Quinn’s brows lift slightly. “I beg your pardon?”
I sit up straighter, my voice firmer this time.
“His role is needed. I need him by my side,” I say, my voice shaking.
I feel my stomach tighten, and I tap my feet continuously, trying to wave the nervousness off.
“He was Warrick's butler… my husband's butler.” The words taste sour on my tongue, but I continue. “My husband’s dead, so now Adams is my butler.”
The air shifts, and I hear the clatt
