Grayson looked down at the woman in his arms playing dead, three visible tension lines forming on his forehead.
After a beat, he simply carried her inside the estate.
Isla kept her hands clenched tighter and tighter against her chest as they moved.
This is dangerously close to disaster. If anyone suspects a thing, I am completely finished. I need to sell this performance.
She forced her lashes still, steadied her breathing, and committed fully to the role.
The butler stepped out to greet them, momentarily startled at the sight of Grayson carrying Isla inside then recovered his composure fast.
"What happened, Madam?"
"Twisted her ankle. Fainted." Grayson's tone was cold, clipped, done with the whole ordeal.
"Thank you for personally seeing her home safely, sir."
"This way, sir."
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