Chapter 240

Harper

After breakfast, he didn’t say much.

He didn’t need to.

One look from him—cold, unreadable, like he was observing a painting rather than a person—was enough to keep every word trapped in my throat. He finished eating long before I did and stood up without a sound. Just placed his napkin down, smoothed the sleeve of his suit, and said:

“Return to your room.”

The maid appeared instantly, bowi