Chapter 17

Connor let out a sharp "Ah!" Seriously? Everyone probably just finished eating, and now they're dragged into work without even a breather? But orders were orders-no one dared defy them. Ten minutes later, everyone had shown up. Broderick stood there, stone-faced, voice cool and direct: "Begin." Only Connor glanced at Broderick, recalling his earlier words: "Get all remaining tasks done before three." At that moment, it hit him-was Broderick in such a rush to finish because he wanted to dash home and dote on his wife? ***** Leslie wasn't one for interruptions while working. She'd told Alfred that before-said it with such a serious look, nobody would've dared challenge her on it. Her portrayal of Broderick was steadily taking shape under her brush. The room's window was open, and sheer white curtains embroidered with cranes fluttered gently in the breeze. The whole setup added a soft energy to the space. Leslie looked completely focused, utterly absorbed in every stroke. Her lips pressed