Chapter 47
- Delilah’s heart raced, but she forced herself to appear calm. Her fingers curled slightly at her sides, her nails pressing into her palms as she tried to steady her breathing.
- "Oh," she said with an even tone, "so you’re his ex-assistant."
- Lucia's eyes roamed over Delilah, her gaze lingering on the crisp blouse and tailored trousers. A flicker of disdain danced across her face, her lips curling into a subtle sneer.