Last time Aaron asked her if Serena was at Rosewood Gardens.
Without hesitation, she replied that she was, precisely because she knew Serena wasn't actually there.
Every servant at Rosewood Gardens treated Serena as if she were invisible.
Except for her—she kept a watchful eye on Serena's every move.
Whenever Serena so much as stirred, she would immediately report to Cynthia Lynwood, who was overseas—or rather, back in the country now.
As Aaron carried Serena past her, Olivia looked down guiltily. Once their figures disappeared around the corner, she quickly ducked into a quiet nook and dialed Cynthia Lynwood's number.
...
On the second floor.
Serena allowed Aaron to lay her down on the large bed.
She rolled over and cocooned herself in the blankets, even hiding her face.
Aaron's brow furrowed.
Did she really not want to see him?
He reached over and pulled the covers away from Serena's face.
"Serena?"
Serena stayed curled up, eyes shut tight, as if she hadn't heard Aaron at all.
It wasn’t out of spite; she was simply exhausted.
Once, she would have stayed up all night just for a word from Aaron.
But now, she just wanted to take care of herself.
"Serena!"
The bed dipped as Aaron sat beside her, and the next second, he grasped her chin.
The discomfort made her reluctantly open her eyes.
As she looked up, she met a pair of deep, dark eyes filled with irritation.
"We need to talk."
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