As the insistent knocking on the door continued, I found myself panicking. Drew had to hide in my closet as I faked a sleepy voice to mask the tumult of emotions raging within me."Who's there?" I managed to ask, feigning a yawn in hopes of sounding convincing."It's me, ma'am," came Carla's voice, the maid. "Sir Cullen asked me to call you to his study. He wants to discuss something with you."My heart raced as I considered the implications of being summoned by my husband, who was nothing more than a contractual obligation. I needed to buy some time to figure out how to deal with the situation."I'll be there in a few minutes," I replied coolly, still not opening the door for her. "Let me wash up first."Carla's footsteps faded away, and I breathed a sigh of relief. "Drew," I whispered urgently. "Come out, she's gone."He emerged from the closet, holding his shirt and trousers in his hands. "Damn, that was close," he said, rushing to dress up."I don't regret it, though," I said to
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