Isla woke, came down for breakfast, then retreated to her room like she was fleeing a crime scene.
Grayson's on the third floor. Stay put. Don't provoke anything.
Married, living under the same roof, and yet everything about his actual life inside this house was a total mystery to her.
She spent the rest of the weekend in a haze eating, sleeping, ignoring the nonstop barrage of calls from Richard and the rest of the Bennetts.
By evening, Isla finished dinner alone in the estate's gleaming dining room. Just as she turned to head back upstairs, the butler stopped her.
It's been a completely peaceful day. Do I really have to get an update the second I finish eating?
Her stomach dropped, dread flooding back after hours of relative calm.
"The young master isn't feeling well. He'll be res
