Sienna’s words made Zachary chuckle softly.
"Don’t worry too much," he replied, glancing at her. "As I said before, we’re not picky eaters, especially me. I can eat anything."
Sienna nodded quickly, feeling relieved. But her relief only lasted for a few seconds before Zachary continued his words.
"But," he pointed ahead to Skylar, who had already reached the door and somehow opened it effortlessly, "you only need to impress him."
Sienna followed his gesture, her eyes landing on the little boy. "Oh..." she murmured. "So the real boss is him? Great. I have to win over a child who treats helicopters like toys.’
But then, Sienna suddenly stopped walking. Zachary paused as well, turning to face her.
"What’s the matter? Did you forget something?" he asked, glancing at his helicopter, ready to return.
Sienna hesitated. Her fingers tightened slightly around the suitcase handle, her thoughts racing.
’Girl, this was a bad idea. A very bad idea,’ she thought. For a split second, she hesitated to voice her curiosity. But in the end, she couldn’t hold it.
"Zach, may I ask you something personal?"
"Sure," he replied without hesitation.
That only made her more nervous. Once again, for a brief second, she considered backing out. Because if this question offended him, things would be awkward. And she would have to spend the entire weekend cooking under a cold, distant boss.
That sounded like a nightmare.
But in the end, her curiosity won. She lifted her gaze to meet his and asked, "Zach, I’m sorry if this is inappropriate... Are you married?"
The question slipped out, far more direct than Sienna had intended.
And just like that, silence fell between them.
It wasn’t the comfortable kind of silence either. It feels heavy and awkward at the same time.
She immediately regretted the choice that had led her to this exact moment. Her fingers tightened slightly around the handle of her suitcase as she looked at him, waiting for the answer she really wanted to hear.
However, Zachary only stood there, his gaze fixed on her, his expression unreadable. It was as if he wanted to say something... but didn’t quite know where to begin.
’Damn it, Sienna...’ she scolded herself. ’Who asks something like that out of nowhere? Are you conducting an interview? Congratulations, girl. You just ruined your first day working for him...’
She forced a small, uneasy smile. Nervously, she said, "Zach, it’s fine if you can’t or won’t answer—"
"No, of course I can answer you," he interrupted calmly.
His voice was steady. It sounds like her question hadn’t affected him at all. But just as he was about to continue, the villa door suddenly swung open.
Both of them turned at the same time.
Skylar stood there, his small figure framed by the warm light from inside. His expression was serious, far too serious for a child his age.
"Dad, I’m starving," he said, his tone carrying a hint of impatience. "This way past my dinner time..."
The tension between Sienna and Zachary broke instantly.
Zachary let out a soft breath, his expression softening as he nodded at his son. Then he returned his gaze to Sienna. "Can you make us dinner now?" he asked.
"Y-Yes. Yes. Absolutely," Sienna replied quickly, her earlier awkwardness shifting into sudden professionalism.
Without another word, Zachary reached out and took her suitcase from her hand.


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