"Selina, what are you doing? You shouldn't be going against Master Zane over and over again," Eloise whimpered, her voice tinged with concern and fear after overhearing the conversation between her young madam and master.
Selina answered before Eloise could respond, knowing the lady might spill her whereabouts out of worry.
Her expression didn't waver, aware of how risky her words had been.
"You don't have to worry about me. I already told you, I'll handle things between us properly. I'll be fine, I promise," she said, her tone steady enough to ease the knot in Eloise's chest.
"But are you going to lodge here long?" Eloise asked, glancing around the room's expensive interior.
Selina followed her gaze, noting the room's coziness—but beneath its warmth was a warning, reminding her it could drain her resources before she ended this.
