Olivia turned on her heels and walked away, leaving Christopher standing in the corridor. He watched her retreating figure, his jaw tightening. With a frustrated sigh, he raked a hand through his hair. What the hell had she been thinking, barging into his room—his private space? He had never allowed anyone in before, and she wouldn’t be the first.
Back in her room, Olivia collapsed onto her bed, confusion swirling in her mind. Why had he reacted so harshly? Had she really done something wrong? His voice had been sharp, almost furious. The memory stung, and she curled up, willing herself to sleep.
By evening, a knock at her door pulled her from her slumber. She opened it to find Jane standing there with a polite smile.
"Good evening, ma’am," Jane greeted. "Sir requests your presence in t
