Dominic said he wouldn’t be coming back — and he really didn’t, not even once, for several nights in a row.
“Miss Hart, Mr. Hayes…”
“He’s busy. Makes sense he’s not home.” Emilia brushed the maid off with a few casual words, eating and drinking as usual. She wouldn’t let herself go hungry. Sometimes, she'd even invite her piano teacher over to keep her company.
Seeing her like that, the maids knew better than to say more.
Five days later, Dominic finally walked through the door. His face looked drawn, eyes heavy with something unreadable — like he was dealing with a lot. Without a word, he went straight up to Emilia.
She glanced up at him. “You eaten? If not, I’ll have the maid fix something.”
“No need,” Dominic replied, his voice pausing briefly. “Go get ready. I’m tak
