Jaxen POV
“All right.”
The maid had already prepared dinner. Scarlett's refusing to eat with me wasn’t exactly new.
I sat down and looked at the maid cleaning nearby.
“Does she usually eat the food you make when I’m away?”
“Sometimes. Sometimes she doesn’t.”
“What does she usually eat?”
“Mostly dinner.”
“Has she been working late lately?”
The maid thought about it.
“Usually, she gets home on time.”
That made my brows draw together.
When I wasn’t home, Scarlett had always told me she was busy with work.
But now I was back, and apparently she was suddenly leaving the office on time.
I almost reached for my phone to ask Charlotte Fox to look into her schedule. Then I stopped.
What did it matter? Her life was simple. Work, home, and not much else.
If Scarlett fou
