Chapter 41

Soon, the door was yanked open, and Michael stood there, visibly pissed. "William, what the hell are you doing here?!" But William didn't even acknowledge him. His eyes went straight into the room and locked onto the figure sitting quietly in the living room. Elizabeth sat at the table arranging flowers, her focus gentle, expression soft. A woman, probably a housekeeper, stood beside her. William stared at Elizabeth like he was in a trance. The slightly oversized clothes made her look even more fragile. She was calm, like still water—so peaceful it felt wrong to disturb her. “Elizabeth...” Just saying her name made his chest tighten. It felt like she might disappear any second, and he couldn't help but call out, just wanting her to look at him. She did turn—but her eyes didn't fall on him. Instead, she looked at Michael. “I'm heading back to my room.” Her voice was calm, too calm, like nothing could stir it. “Alright, get some rest. Thanks, Mrs. James,” Michael replied softly. Elizabet