When Serena descended the stairs, Cedric Lancaster was sitting with Rancy at the dinner table. The little girl was animatedly telling her "daddy" about her day at preschool, her tiny hands gesturing enthusiastically as she spoke. Despite his attentive nods, Cedric's smile didn't quite reach his eyes, tension evident in the set of his shoulders.
Serena slid into her chair without giving it much thought. After such a hectic day, hunger gnawed at her stomach. She needed to eat quickly—there was still an online meeting to attend afterward, and punctuality was non-negotiable in her business.
Cedric kept glancing her way, clearly wanting to speak but holding back. It wasn't until Rancy finished her meal and the housekeeper gently led the sleepy toddler away that he finally broke the sile
