The house was quiet again.
But this time, it didn’t feel tense.
It felt… normal.
At least on the surface.
Aria sat at the dining table, eating slowly, her movements calm but her mind still active.
Across from her, Adrian was focused on his food and a document beside his plate. He hadn’t said much since morning, and honestly, she preferred it that way.
Less talking meant less confusion.
Less confusion meant she could think clearly.
Or at least try to.
She kept her eyes on her plate, determined not to look at him too much.
Because every time she did—
She remembered last night.
And this morning.
And everything in between.
And she didn’t want to deal with that right now.
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“Sir.”
One of the servants stepped forward quietly.
Adrian didn’t look up.
“Yes.”
“There’s a visitor
