Jenna glanced at her watch, her worry growing with each passing minute as she wondered why Marcel was taking so long to return home. The dinner was ready, the dishes arranged meticulously with the help of the maids, and the table was elegantly set.
“Master has arrived,” one of the maids announced, drawing Jenna’s attention. She quickly removed her apron and handed it to the maid. “Keep an eye on the oven,” she instructed before hurrying out to the hall.
Her eyes scanned the space anxiously until she finally saw Marcel stepping inside. Relief washed over her as he approached, his presence filling the room with a sense of calm.
“Sorry for not answering your calls. I was driving,” Marcel explained as he reached her, his voice gentle and reassuring. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to
