NATHAN took a step forward, his brows furrowed slightly as he observed Queen standing in the dining area.

“Miss Wilberforce,” he greeted this time, his voice calm but questioning.

Queen turned to face him, offering a small smile, masking the nervous energy buzzing inside her.

“Nathan,” she acknowledged.

Nathan’s sharp eyes studied her for a second longer than usual. It wasn’t odd for Queen to visit the mansion, she had been given the freedom to walk in anytime. But the way she was standing there, as if she had been caught in the middle of something, made him suspicious.

Still, he brushed it aside.

“I wasn’t expecting you today,” Nathan...