The moment Tanya saw Reginald's name flashing on her phone, she abandoned her search for her missing lingerie, hurriedly throwing on her clothes before rushing out.
This time, she was smarter. Instead of going straight home, she stopped by a bathhouse, scrubbed herself clean, and got rid of any lingering scent before returning to Hawke Manor.
As soon as she stepped inside, she was met with a stern, imposing figure sitting rigidly on the couch—Lydia. The matriarch's sharp eyes bore into her, radiating an aura of authority that came naturally to a woman of her stature.
"Where were you last night? Why are you only getting home now?"
The sharp interrogation made Tanya's heart pound like a drum.
"I... I was with my boyfriend," she blurted, quickly lowering her head to avoid Lydia's piercin
