Elena felt her blood run cold at the maid's words. Of course, the other woman would think nothing of a husband visiting his wife—but Elena was only pretending to be Massimo's wife. And, even more importantly, Elena couldn't recall a single time Massimo had "visited" her bedroom.
"Excuse me?" Elena asked, trying to not let her panic show. "What exactly do you mean by that?"
The maid, thankfully, didn't look ashamed or rebuked. She just continued on in the same cherry tone. Elena supposed that was for the best—it meant that the maid didn't think Elena's question was all that weird.
"The don has dropped you off to your bedroom a few times now," the maid explained. "A few times you've looked so exhausted that the don insisted on carrying you there himself—like when you two returned after th
