“Mmm…” She cleared her throat, forcing her expression into calm. “Katie mentioned her once she complimented the meal she prepared.”

“Oh. I see.” Calvin’s reply was smooth, almost indifferent.

His eyes shifted to Valerie. “You may excuse yourself.”

“Yes, sir.” Valerie bowed quickly before retreating toward the kitchen, her steps measured, silent.

The moment the girl disappeared, Cleopatra released a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

‘Oh, Cleo control that mouth of yours,’ she scolded herself inwardly, frustration curling softly in her chest.

“Let me show you to the guest room,” Calvin cut in quickly.

“Huh?” Cleopatra’s brows lifted, hurt flashing across her eyes. “Why the guest room? Can’t...