The next morning, Roseline woke as usual, though a quiet tension lingered beneath her calm expression.
Ever since Hugo had asked her to move back into his room, she had been far more cautious around him. He was acting like his old self again, gentle and composed, almost as if the recent strain between them had never existed. Yet that sudden shift unsettled her more than his anger ever had.
She found herself watching him without meaning to. Every glance, every small change in his tone, and every unreadable smile made her wonder what he was thinking.
"Do you want to say something?" Hugo's voice suddenly cut through her thoughts.
Roseline blinked and forced a small, awkward smile. She shook her head quickly. "No, nothing."
Hugo studied her carefully. He did not look convinced. "I know you do. Ever since I asked you to move back, you have been observing me quite closely."
