CHRISTIAN
Two weeks.
Two weeks since I left.
Two weeks, and she hadn’t bothered to call me.
Not once. Not even by mistake.
I shouldn’t care. I told myself I didn’t. But the fact that Alfred had been the one keeping me updated on her well-being instead of hearing from her directly? That annoyed me more than it should.
Apparently, she was doing just fine. More than fine.
“Mrs. Hilton has been keeping busy, sir,” Alfred had informed me this morning. “She accepted Mrs. Hilton’s offer to set up a stand at the foundation’s cafeteria. Business is booming at the bakery. And yesterday, she came home… excited.” A pause. “And rather intoxicated.”
I had frowned. “Drunk?”
“Yes, sir. She and her friend, Miss Jess, went out shopping. For a car, again”
A car. Penelope bought a car again?
The f
