The Montgomery Estate was silent when Dante finally returned.
Moonlight bathed the white stone exterior in silver hues, and the wrought-iron gates had long since closed for the night. As Dante stepped out of his black Aston Martin, the gravel crunched beneath his boots, the sound echoing against the stillness of the estate grounds. His suit jacket hung open, his shirt's top two buttons undone, revealing a thin chain around his neck that shimmered faintly in the dim lighting. The chain glinted like a secret he'd never tell.
The butler, already waiting, bowed respectfully. "Sir."
Dante didn't respond right away. His cold gaze lifted toward the grand estate, the same one that now housed her.
"Did she… complain about the room?" he asked, voice low, unreadable.
The butler shook his head. "No, sir. Miss Laurent—" He hesitated, then corrected himself. "—Mrs. Montgomery has not left the room since she entered."
