Last night my stomach had been unbearable. I’d only managed to sleep after taking two painkillers.
Sophia was on a business trip out of town, probably unable to reach me, so she had asked them to check in.
Michael chuckled, teasing as usual.
“See? Sophia still worries about you way too much. After all these years, you two are still acting like newlyweds. Makes people jealous.”
His tone carried the same light humor he always had.
I looked at him, uncertain.
Michael was six years older than Sophia and me. His daughter was already in elementary school.
He had a stable family, a calm personality, and was highly competent.
He’d been Sophia’s assistant for years.
In my mind, he was more like an older brother—I couldn’t imagine anything happening between them.
Just then, Mark Thompson, our butler, came in with a steaming bowl of homemade soup. His tone was filled with admiration.
“Mrs. Carter really takes good care of you, sir.”
I glanced carefully at Daniel, but his expression was normal—no jealousy, nothing unusual.
Jason, on the other hand, looked nervous. When Mark brought in the soup, he handed me a small box of dried fruit.