Elodie cast a cool, indifferent glance at Maurice.

Joseph glanced at Elodie, then said, "This really isn't something Ms. Thorne needs to handle."

This was work for the staff, not her.

Alexander and Elodie immediately understood what Maurice was getting at.

Just moments ago, Maurice had been singing Sylvie's praises, calling her a rising star, full of promise-and now, he was assigning Elodie these petty, menial tasks. The message couldn't have been clearer.

She and Sylvie were worlds apart.

Elodie knew all too well: ever since that scandal-climbing into Jarrod's bed, blackmailing a journalist, forcing a marriage-everyone here had looked at her with barely concealed disgust. To them, she was only fit to atone for her supposed sins.

Maurice tapped his forehead, feigning innocence. "No offense. I just thought, since Ms. Thorne was a homemaker for three years, she'd probably be more skilled than the rest of us."

Elodie couldn't help but glance at Jarrod.

Did he really not notice the way those around him belittled her?

But then, Jarrod had never cared about her feelings.

Just like now-he remained detached, as if none of this concerned him.

Because, in truth, he'd never really thought of her as his wife.

a silent, chilly smile. She replied, "If you're having trouble with your hands,

Maurice's smile froze.

right back at him, out in the open. She was nothing

of embarrassment on Maurice's face, Elodie turned away- only

was watching her. For a split second, a trace of a smile-wry, almost amused -flitted

vanished as quickly as it

Elodie was momentarily stunned.

just smiled

on one hand the number of times

never been able to read

Maurice a look and said, "Mr. Nilsson, is there

to attention,

going to just take

of letting Alexander do

was obvious to everyone that

more than siding-was he actually...

frowned. Was Alexander

toward Alexander, as if trying to figure him out. If this was just a normal boss-employee relationship, Alexander wouldn't go

Alexander raised his glass

meanwhile, was oblivious to the undercurrents. She handed a skewer of mushrooms to

was always observant-she noticed the little things, like what people liked

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