The moment Roman's gaze met hers, Patricia quickly looked away, turning her attention back to what she was cooking. Still, deep down, she longed to hear his response, curious, even anxious, about what it would be. Not that it would surprise her if he denied her; yesterday had been proof enough that he didn't value her.
"This way," Roman said instead, offering no answer as he gestured for the new woman to follow him toward his room.
Scoffing, Patricia tightened her grip on the chopping board, silently rebuking herself for expecting anything more.
Later, once she was done cooking, the echo of rapid footsteps hammered upward, closing in fast. She frowned, confused. Who could possibly be running inside the house? Roman had no pets, and he certainly didn't have children. Could it be an intruder?
