I quickly slipped into the car and seated myself as far from him as possible.
For the next few days, I buried myself in work, finally completing all my pending orders.
After bidding my clients farewell, I listed the studio on a real estate website and headed home early.
The moment I stepped inside, I noticed workers coming and going.
The once minimalist living room had been transformed into a garish pink princess castle.
Even the rug had been replaced with a heart-patterned design.
Hannah was perched on Callum’s shoulders, hanging fairy lights above the door frame.
I glanced at Callum’s shirt, its childish butterfly print so out of character it was almost laughable.
The young girl was clearly pulling out all the stops, staking her claim as she silently urged me to leave.
And what about the ever-astute CEO Callum? Either he genuinely couldn’t see it or he was purposely indulging her.
When Callum noticed I had returned, he quickly set Hannah down and cleared his throat awkwardly.
“Hannah’s still a young girl so she likes a lively atmosphere. She’s just staying for a few days. Don’t hold it against her.”
A young ‘girl’?
She’s in her twenties. Can she still be called a ‘girl’ if she kissed him the way she did?
I didn’t ask that question though—it felt out of line.
I knew that nothing I said would matter anymore, especially once our divorce was finalized.
I shrugged and walked toward my room.
“Just don’t touch my things.”
“I made some pasta, Eloise. Want some?” Callum asked suddenly.
Perhaps it was my calmness that surprised him, or maybe it was his belief that Hannah had gone too far.
“The banquet tonight won’t have much to eat. You should at least have a little something now.”
