She was so mad she bit down hard on his tongue, making him hiss in pain as he pulled back. Just then, the lights flickered back on, leaving the room dark for less than ten seconds.
Rose turned to the maid next to her, “What happened?”
“Just a little electrical glitch, ma'am,” the maid replied.
Rose glanced up to see her son, Nick, lounging comfortably, one hand propping up his head, the other covering his mouth.
“Nick, what's so funny?”
Scarlette tried to stay calm, but her heart skipped a beat when Rose turned her attention to Nicholas.
Nicholas raised an eyebrow, still covering his mouth. “Nothing much, just fed my sister a piece of orange.”
Rose shifted her gaze to Scarlette again.
Scarlette knew Nicholas loved to stir up trouble. The Greenard family had spoiled him from day one, and even she couldn’t resist. He was the little prince, fearless and untouchable.
Rose picked up an orange. “These were just picked last night. If you like them, take some when you go.”
Scarlette stood up. “Mom, I’m heading out for a week-long business trip. I should be back just in time for Christmas.”
“Where are you going? You’ve been so busy with work and barely keep in touch. I know it’s because of those rumors…”
Scarlette quickly cut her off, “It’s close by, just an hour’s flight. I’m leaving in the morning. I should get some rest now.”
Tradition dictated that she stay with the Greenard family on Rose’s birthday.
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