Chapter 22

ELEANOR

We finally arrived back at the mansion and I could feel the tension rolling off Armando. He stepped out of the car without a word, his face hard and his eyes distant as usual. I trailed behind him, unsure of what to expect next.

The moment we entered the living room, he turned to me with a cold look on his face. “Prepare something for me to eat,” he ordered, “And it better not be as tasteless as the trash you made the last time.”

I blinked, utterly surprised. Me? Cook again? But that wasn’t what he wanted before.

I kept my tone polite, even though my heart was pounding. “But you told me not to enter the kitchen last time Armando. You said I wasn’t allowed, and that the maids couldn’t even bring me food either.”

He didn’t miss a beat. “Are you stupid or just arrogant!?” His voice dripped with condescension, his eyes narrowing. “Just because I gave an order before doesn’t mean I can’t change it. I can do whatever I damn well please in my house.”

I felt my hands clench slightly