After dinner, I quietly sipped my coffee, savoring the slight bitterness that somehow grounded me amidst all the chaos. I thought, maybe—just maybe—I could enjoy this moment of silence before sneaking back to the guest room.
But of course, peace never lasted long around Hugo Redrich.
"I got an invitation," his deep voice broke the silence. He spoke so casually, as if we were discussing the weather. "For a show. Romance in Air. It's a reality show for couples—married couples or couples-to-be. How about we enter it?"
The coffee almost slipped from my hand.
Did I hear that right?
I blinked, turning my head slowly to face him, expecting to see that he was joking. But no. Hugo Redrich sat there, casually stirring his coffee, completely serious.
"What did you just say?" My voice sounded higher than usual, more like a squeak of disbelief.
He looked at me with those calm, infuriating eyes. "Romance in Air. They invited me. I thought we could join."
