When I looked at him, my eyes instinctively moved to his remarkably smooth hands, and I found myself wondering why I had just noticed it. “Will you cook for our breakfast, or should we just order for a delivery?” I asked for his opinion, but his response was only a blank stare. I snapped my brows together while waiting for his mouth to open.

“Why do you have to do this, Selena? You were living just fine, in a mansion, with several servants. Why do you have to make things complicated?”

“Because I want to,” I said before dismissing him out of my sight.

There were two bedrooms on the...