CH.64

The atmosphere in the living room was wound tight with tension, like a coiled spring ready to snap. The maids, all dressed in their pristine uniforms, were huddled together, their heads bowed low in deference. The only exception was Mrs. Ricci, who had the daunting task of serving lunch to everyone seated at the dining table - Killian, Seven, Serena, and Knox.

"Would you like some more wine, master?" Mrs. Ricci asked when she finished arranging everyone's plates with an assortment of delectable dishes.

"I am good," came Killian’s response.

"Me too," Seven said.

Knox didn't say anything, his focus entirely on his meal. He picked up his cutlery and began eating with a grace that left Serena who had been watching, breathless.

She marveled at how he managed to make something as simple as eating look so refined and enticing.

Her heart fluttered wildly in her chest at the sight of him - his chiseled jaw working methodically as he chewed and swallowed each bite.

"Is everything alright, sis