Valerie clearly didn't waste a single second after I had given her a week's permission to stay. She took my casual agreement as a license to invade. While I was sleeping peacefully beside Luther, she had all of her things—and I mean all of them—shipped to the mansion and immediately began shifting into one of the guest suites. She even started setting up the room as if she were moving in for good, not just for a temporary stay.
The next morning, after the chaotic dinner incident, I finally climbed out of bed, intending to sneak down to the kitchen for some snacks to munch on before breakfast. The quiet morning peace was instantly broken. I was met with maids rushing in and out of the suite that was directly opposite mine. I raised an eyebrow, the chaotic activity an unwelcome intrusion in
