Chapter 184

Bianca had been crashing at the Cloudview Residences for four or five days without showing any sign of heading back to the Allen house. Given Matthew’s sharp mind, it didn’t take a genius to figure out something was off. He kept poking around with subtle questions, but Bianca was on high alert and dodged every one of them, sticking to her story that she just wanted a break and needed a place to stay. That weekend, the weather was perfect. After lunch, Bianca dragged Serena up to the sunroom on the third floor while Matthew was buried in his books in the study. The sunroom had been specially built for Serena, with the most renowned calligrapher in Westbridge inscribing “Summer Retreat” on a fancy plaque hanging outside the door—it had a chic, artsy vibe. Laid out lazily on the sunroom couch, Bianca stretched and said, “Serena, I swear, I think Matthew’s starting to suspect something. My eyelid’s been twitching nonstop—feels like a bad omen or something.” Serena, lounging on a recliner w