บท 173: A Delicate Matter

Samantha sat in her study in the Clark mansion, her fingers nervously tapping against the mahogany table.

Across from her, in the seat that seemed to have become his by right, Kyle Marshall sat in silence, observing her with a calm, measured gaze.

Rebeccah, one of Samantha's maids, moved around them carefully and quietly, setting a tray of tea and cups on the table. Samantha forced a smile as Rebeccah served them, thanking her with a voice that barely concealed her irritation.

"Thank you, you may leave now."

When the maid finally left, shutting the door softly behind her, Samantha let out a shaky breath, feeling a cold shiver run through her entire body.

Kyle arched a curious brow, picking up a cup of tea and taking a slow sip. "So, what is it, Sam? You sounded rather urgent on the phone. I thought you were supposed to be hosting the single-parent charity event all day today."