Enrico's jaw tightened, his irritation barely contained. "Everything is fine. There’s nothing for you to worry about." He turned away, moving toward the large desk in the center of the room. Papers were strewn across it, documents he had been reviewing before everything had spiraled out of control tonight.
But Carmen wasn’t easily deterred. She followed him deeper into the study, her eyes watching his every movement. “It’s just—” she began, her voice carrying a hint of vulnerability, “I’ve noticed you’ve been...different lately. Distant.”
Enrico’s head snapped up, his dark eyes locking onto her with a flicker of impatience. “Carmen, stop,” he said, his tone sharper now. “This is not the time for your games.”
Carmen flinched slightly at the rebuke, but she quickly composed herself. She
