CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Danelle didn't wait a moment longer than necessary after leaving Ashton's bar.
She had barely spoken a word in the car, only instructing the driver to drop Stella off at her apartment before heading home. The silence in the car was thick. Her thoughts raced as she stared out the window, the city lights passing in a blur.
By the time they arrived at the mansion, it was well past dinner. The staff had dimmed the lights, and the only sound inside the house was the soft hum of the air conditioning and the occasional distant shuffle of the maids tidying up for the night.
"Madam," one of the maids greeted softly, "Your dinner is ready in the dining room."
"I'm not hungry," Danelle said gently, her voice low and tired.
The maid looked concerned but nodded, stepping aside to let her pass.
