Suddenly, a soft knock echoed through the hall. The maid appeared, slightly out of breath, holding something small in her hand. “Sir… I was cleaning, and I found your button on the couch. It must have fallen off while you were adjusting the chandeliers…”
Adrian took the button and examined it carefully. His eyes flicked to Rosey, who smiled faintly, amusement dancing across her features. Zara’s heart sank; disappointment tightened around her chest like a vice.
The maid held out the button to Adrian. “See… it’s the same as yours. I didn’t even notice it was missing at home.”
Adrian’s gaze softened slightly, but a trace of cold authority remained. “Do you know,” he said, his voice low and deliberate, “that I could sue you for this?”
Zara flinched. She had expected anger, a confrontation…
