Why is Delilah acting like that? She was staring out the window, lost in thought, and I knew she was hiding something. I couldn’t be sure if she was hurt by my decision.

Delilah’s demeanor was too calm. If she was still upset, her eyes would have shown a trace of resentment when I entered the room. But she didn’t.

“Vincent?” I called quietly and knocked on the door.

Vincent opened it for me, and after I entered and sat down on the daybed, he closed the door and stood nearby.

“Delilah didn’t go to the spa, did she?” I asked.

“Why do you ask, my king?”

“Just answer me.”...