"I'm warning you. You better be gone before I wake up tomorrow," Pearl said firmly.

Silas muttered quietly about her being heartless.

After that, Pearl went back to her room to sleep.

The next morning, she headed downstairs to check on things.

The blanket was neatly folded, and it seemed Silas had left.

I made your favorite thick egg toast." A head

pretended to look hurt. "You never eat breakfast, just bread. I figured I'd make you something proper before I go so you'd have a decent

since he was still cooking, it didn't feel right to

slapped her forehead. "Fine,

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morning turned into a breakfast for two. She lost her appetite, worrying

good? Why aren't you eating?" Silas asked, looking at

tasted good, but she wasn't hungry. After quickly finishing the food, Silas took charge of cleaning the dishes. Pearl watched him happily working in the kitchen, feeling powerless. Suddenly, there was a knock at the

had spent the night there and they had

realized it was the cleaner. Relief filled her when she saw the familiar face. She had given the cleaner a spare key for easy access. "Miss Pearl, the usual

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