CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHLOE The drive back to Edward’s house was thick with a silence that felt heavy on everyone but him. He kept his eyes glued to the road, though I caught him glancing at me every few miles, his gaze lingering just a second too long. When we pulled up, my jaw nearly hit the floor. There were people everywhere—maids and staff swarming the living room, setting furniture and decor into place. "You've got a few maids, then," Edgar noted, his voice trailing off as he took in the scale of the operation. I was just as stunned. These people must have arrived while we were at school. "As you can see," Edward replied shortly. He tossed his car keys into a small tray near the TV with a sharp clink. "Why? Aren't you living at your stepfather's house?" Edgar pressed. I saw Sarah lean in, her cu
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