CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO >>>
_LISA'S POV_
Mr. Jackson’s grip on my hand was firm, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of confusion and relief as he led me into his room.
The anger in his eyes was still evident, but there was something else in his gaze—concern, maybe even protectiveness. It threw me off.
Why was he angry? Why was he so concerned? I was just a maid, but I didn't think he saw me that way.
As soon as the door closed behind us, Mr. Jackson turned to face me, his eyes scanning my face with a sharp intensity.
“Are you sure you're okay?” he asked again, his voice softer now but still laced with authority.
I nodded quickly, trying to reassure him. “I'm fine. Really, I am. It was just... I... I was just so scared and...”
His jaw clenched as he ran a hand through his hair.
