Morning light filtered through the curtains as Lucian adjusted his cufflinks, preparing for work. A soft knock sounded at the door before it opened, and Margaret stepped inside.
He turned, and for once, his expression eased a bit. Margaret had been in his life for as long as he could remember. She was the only woman he trusted, even a little.
“Lucian,” she called gently.
“We’ll need an extra helper,” she continued. “I’m not as young as I used to be, and managing the house alone is becoming difficult. I brought a girl to assist with the cleaning.”
His jaw tightened.
“Then what exactly is Bella here for?” he replied coolly. “She can handle the work. Send the girl back. I don’t want strangers filling this house,” he added flatly. “One is more than enough.”
Margaret felt a quiet sting at
