"I'm worried about something," Yvienna blurted out in the middle of her meal.
The clink of cutlery paused for a brief second. Kyle's brows lifted slightly as his attention shifted fully to her, waiting for whatever was troubling her mind.
She took another bite, chewing faster than she should, as if the food might disappear if she didn't hurry. She swallowed it quickly, too quickly—earning a sharp, disapproving glance from him. But she chose to ignore it, keeping her eyes on her plate.
"Can Dashylle really handle my hotel for one day?" she asked at last.
Kyle leaned back slightly and let out a soft sigh.
"Of course. He never gets tired of bragging to me that he studied business in the States."
