Alina had just finished making dinner. The smell still hung in the air as she wiped her hands on a towel and walked down the hallway to call Aiden. Maybe he was too busy to notice the time. After all, he was mostly on his phone or buried in files. A businessman like him could easily forget to eat.

But before she reached his door, the head chef gently stopped her.

"Where are you going, miss?" she asked.

"I was going to call Aiden. Dinner’s ready," Alina said with a small smile. "He ...