Chapter 93

Lydia's heart dropped. It was true—Giselle hadn't gone out this afternoon to accompany Gavin to the masquerade ball. But with Marina already asleep, Lydia had no idea how to navigate this situation alone. "Mr. Farrell, Mrs. Farrell's resting upstairs." She made no mention of when Giselle had returned. Since Gavin hadn't asked, Lydia knew better than to volunteer extra information. Their relationship was already strained enough. One careless word from Lydia could make it worse. How would she ever face Marina then? The words had barely left her mouth when a rush of wind swept past. Lydia looked up and realized Gavin was already going upstairs. "Mr. Farrell…" "I'm not hungry, Ms. Newman. Go get some rest." "Alright." … Gavin pushed open Giselle's bedroom door without warning. She had just come out of the shower, wrapped in a white robe. Droplets still clung to her hair as she dabbed at the ends with a pink towel. Her expression soured the moment she saw him. "What are you doing