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“Hmm.” That was his only response, his expression as unreadable as
ever.
“Well, we’ve already ordered,” I said with an awkward laugh. “Can’t
just leave now.”
Throughout dinner, I kept feeling his gaze on me, but whenever I
looked up, he seemed absorbed in cutting his food or sipping his
wine. The silence between us was punctuated only by the clink of
silverware against plates.
When I tasted the seafood risotto, I couldn’t help but exclaim, “This is
amazing!”
For some reason, on an impulse, I placed a spoonful of risotto on his
plate. “You should try it.”
When I looked up, I caught his intense gaze, and something fluttered
in my chest. Ridley took a bite, nodded slightly, then cut several
pieces of his perfectly cooked lamb and placed them on my plate.
“Thank you,” I murmured, focusing intently on my food to avoid
meeting his eyes again.
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We returned to the Sterling mansion in silence. The house was
unusually quiet–no sounds of children playing or running around.
Ridley settled in the living room with a financial newspaper while I
went upstairs to check on the kids.
I found Charles in the hallway. “Are the children asleep?”
“Yes, Miss Wright,” he confirmed. “They’ve retired for the evening.”
I nodded and headed toward my room, only to find the door wouldn’t
open. I turned the handle and pushed, but it remained firmly shut.
“What’s going on?” I asked, turning to Charles who had followed me.
“Oh, my sincere apologies,” Charles said, looking distressed. “The wind was quite strong this afternoon. I believe a window was left open, causing the door to slam shut. The lock appears to be jammed.”
“Is there another guest room I can use?” I asked.
Charles shook his head regretfully. “I’m afraid the other rooms are
locked. We’ll need a locksmith tomorrow.
I sighed inwardly, suspecting this was yet another orchestrated
scenario.
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“The only available room is Mr. Sterling’s,” Charles said. “I’m certain
he wouldn’t mind.” With that, he quickly disappeared down the
hallway before I could question him further.
My face burned as I went downstairs. Ridley was still sitting on the
sofa, seemingly engrossed in his newspaper.
“Where are you going?” he asked as I passed by.
“My room is locked. I need to go back to my apartment,” I said, trying
to sound casual.
“It’s late.” He finally lowered his paper. “Take my room. I’ll sleep on
the couch.”
“That’s too much trouble. I can really just go home,” I insisted.
Ridley looked at me directly. “That would disappoint Charles and the
children.”
I gave a wry smile. “You know they planned this, right? I can understand the kids being mischievous, but why do you let your staff
get away with it too?”
“Charles is different,” Ridley’s voice softened slightly. “He’s family. My father died when I was young. Charles cares about me like a father.”
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His words touched something in me. I knew what it was like to grow
up without parents‘ caring, to yearn for that sense of family.
“Alright,” I finally conceded. “I’ll go freshen up first.”
In Ridley’s spacious bathroom, I realized all my pajamas were locked
in my own room. I hesitated for a moment before calling out.
“Ridley? Do
you
have any sleepwear I could borrow?”
I heard his footsteps approaching from the direction of his closet,
then he appeared in the doorway, holding out a soft navy bathrobe.
“This should work. I only wore it once,” he said, his eyes meeting
mine briefly before looking away.
“Thanks,” I took the robe, my cheeks warming as I clutched the soft
fabric that still carried a faint trace of his scent.
Just then, a distinct click echoed through the room. Ridley’s head
turned sharply toward the bedroom door. He walked over, tried the
handle, then turned back to me.
“It seems we’re locked in,”
I stood frozen in the bathroom doorway, clutching his bathrobe,
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wondering how this evening had spiraled so completely out of
control.
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