Anna couldn't believe the audacity.
One fine evening, Daniel had simply walked into her room, issued a few commands to the staff, and just like that, half his life was moved into her space.
She'd sat frozen on the edge of the bed, watching in disbelief as he organized his files on her desk, completely unbothered by her expression of quiet horror.
After what happened earlier, the mortifying fall, the tension, the almost-kiss she still couldn't get out of her head. Anna had barely managed to get her composure back. But now, as she stared at Daniel unpacking like he owned the place, she was sure she'd lost it again.
Deep down, she was fuming. 'How could he decide something this big without even asking her?'
She had demanded an explanation, of course — and in true Daniel Clafford fashion, he had shut her down with a single, ruthless threat.
"If you don't want me here, I can always call your mother and tell her what you did with that little potion she gave you."
