Not… a maid.
He thought about Sofia again.
Her modest gaze. Her quiet efficiency.
He had never considered her a risk.
Just another piece of furniture in the perfect mechanism of his household.
But now…
That closeness.
That intimacy.
The way they looked at one another.
It was unacceptable.
Unthinkable.
He retreated to his study, his mind racing.
He needed a drink.
He needed to think.
Moonlight slipped through the tall windows, casting long, distorted shadows across the room.
He poured himself a double whiskey, ignoring the tremor in his hands.
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What was happening here?
Was it merely a whim of Rodrigo’s? A passing fascination?
Or worse…
Was Sofia trying to take advantage of his son?
The thought twisted his stomach.
Alejandro knew the world too well.
He knew what people were capable of when money was involved.
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