Fred's brows furrow deeply and his jaw tightens as he stands and takes in the view in front of him.

Kingsley, in Louisa's bedroom early in the morning, sitting comfortably like the owner of the building, is something he had not imagined.

His gaze shifts from Louisa to Kingsley, who sits motionless, obviously not in a hurry to get up and go.

Louisa nervously says, "Fred," feigning a feeble smile. "I wasn’t expecting you this early."

"Clearly," Fred answers in a harsh tone as he narrows his eyes at Kingsley. "I didn’t realize you had…a guest over."

Unfazed by the animosity emanating from Fred, Kingsley grins.

He rises slowly, moving...