Chloe’s car pulled up to Bentley's quiet mansion, the headlights illuminating the darkened path. As she stepped out of the vehicle, the cold greeted her like an old companion.
Thank goodness that she had her sweater on. She approached the door, her fingers wrapping around the cool brass handle before she pushed it open.
“Nova?” Chloe called out, her voice echoing through the spacious foyer as she stepped inside. Her heels clicked softly on the marble floor, her gaze scanning the dimly lit hall. No sign of life—none of Bentley's servants bustling around like they usually did.
It was night anyway, they must have gone to bed or something.
Just then, the soft hum of a blender caught her attention. She followed the sound into the kitchen, where Nova was standing at the counter, casually ch
