Aryan's pov

I slid my phone into my pocket and made my way into the mansion. I wasn't feeling hungry, but I was sure that Roseanne was hungry because my guts kept saying that the chicken soup that she ate in the morning was the only food that had been in her stomach.

I got into the kitchen, and the chef prepared chicken pasta and I took it upstairs for her. I creaked open the door of the room and caught her using a towel to dry her hair.

"You must be hungry and tired, so I brought you food," I said and walked over to my couch and dropped...