CHAPTER 53
Days passed quietly in the mansion. Kael had been consumed by work, vanishing into meetings, shootings, and endless calls that stretched well into the night. There were even days that he hadn't gone home for the taping locations that were too far from home, and some ended at dawn. So, he stayed in his agency's trailer truck to accommodate his basic needs and resting area.
His encounters with his guest at home became brief—passing glances in the hallway, a short exchange during breakfast where silence spoke louder than words.
Diandra's condition had improved. The pain in her ribs had faded to a dull ache, and she could move without stiffness. Alice no longer hovered over her every step, though she still caught the maid sneaking worried glances now and then. For the first time in days, Diandra could breathe deeply without wincing.
