The car slowed to a stop in front of Marco’s mansion.
Marco stepped out, his expression unreadable as his gaze swept over the estate.
Delilah followed, stepping out cautiously, her eyes trailing up the impressive stone façade.
The place was grander than she had imagined, a testament to the wealth she knew Marco possessed but had never seen up close.
Without a word, Marco turned and strode towards the entrance.
Delilah followed, her shoes clicking softly against the polished marble as they crossed the threshold.
Inside, Marco greeted a middle-aged woman with salt-and-pepper hair, dressed in a neat uniform. "Delilah, this is Mrs. Hayden, the housekeeper."
Delilah offered her a polite smile. "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Hayden. You’ve done a lovely job here."
Mrs. Hayden smiled warmly
