CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT >>>
_LISA'S POV_
After the incident with the drunk guard in my room, Enzo took me to his for treatment. I thought Mr. Jackson would protest—demand I stay, or at least say something. But he didn’t. He just stood there, silent, his eyes burning holes into the guards as if they were the only thing that mattered.
That hurt.
I thought I meant more to him.
But maybe I was wrong.
I was just a maid—just a lowly maid—so what was I expecting?
Since that night, I made up my mind to focus solely on my job. If he wanted distance, I’d give it to him. I thought he’d continue with the arrangement we had… but a whole week passed, and I never saw him once.
Not a glimpse. Not a word.
I guess he was no longer interested in someone like me. Maybe he had reverted to the co
