"My actions have their purposes—ones that don't involve you."
His glacial voice widened the gap between them.
Tracy bristled with frustration. Anyone in her position would find this situation utterly bizarre, wouldn't they?
"Listen, Tracy. If you're so desperate to stop cooking for me or shed the title of the Hayworth family's young madam, there is a way."
Gordon's stare was arctic, his expression unreadable as it pinned her in place, sending a tremor through her chest.
If there's a way out, even better.
"I'll assign an apprentice to train under you. Teach them everything you know. When their skills meet my standards," his voice turned razor-sharp, "you'll be free from this engagement. You should thank me—I've chosen a chef from Michelin. Soon our paths won't cross again. Isn't that
