Zavier drove back to the villa.

The maids were surprised to see him. They weren’t aware that Selena had been hospitalized; they’d simply assumed the master of the house was away on a business trip.

One of them rushed to open the car door. “Sir, are you here to have dinner? The kitchen wasn’t expecting you back, so preparing something will take about an hour.”

Zavier’s face carried a faint weariness. “Just make something ...