After finishing breakfast, Mia swiftly made her way upstairs. The morning encounter with the cold-hearted man had left her yearning for solitude, craving the comfort of her bedsheets. She approached her room and reached for the doorknob, but as much as she turned it, it remained stubbornly locked. Confusion clouded her features until realization dawned.

She had moved—no, she had been moved. Into the man's room! Mia stood frozen, the world spinning around her. What should she do now? No more privacy... Sharing a bed with him seemed like a nightmare, and her imagination immediately began to run wild.

"Madam," Madam Susan's voice brought her back to reality.

She blinked...