Chapter 313:
Meanwhile, Zaylee was unable to sleep, her mind burdened by pressure from Letty and her studies. She had thought Brad wouldn’t return tonight, but the sound of the car arriving instantly captured her attention.
Quickly, she got out of bed, choosing a sheer white chiffon nightgown that highlighted her figure. She planned to pretend she’d just gotten up for a glass of water, hoping to encounter Brad upstairs.
Waiting anxiously, she nearly drifted off before realizing he hadn’t come upstairs — there wasn’t even a sound from the study.
What the heck was going on?
Curiosity drove her downstairs barefoot, wrapped in a light coat. Wandering through the silent house, she finally heard noises coming from the kitchen. Peering through the doorway, the scene that met Zaylee’s eyes immediately filled her with envy.
Brad casually forked up a slice of tender beef and offered it directly to Rylie, a gesture of close familiarity. “Try it.”
Rylie opened her mouth to take a bite and nodded in approval. “It’s delicious.”
A soft laugh escaped Brad. “Why don’t you join me at the table? I’ll bring the rest over.”
The two of them enjoyed a cozy dinner, with Brad surprising everyone by taking over the cooking — something Zaylee never expected to witness.
He had always treated Zaylee with a distant sort of authority, never allowing himself to display this kind of gentle warmth. The contrast made it seem as if Brad had changed entirely.
Retreating a few steps, Zaylee accidentally jostled a delicate vase perched on a stool. She quickly steadied it, but the noise still caught the attention of both Brad and Rylie, who glanced toward her.
“Who’s there?” Brad called out.
Glancing down at her revealing nightdress, Zaylee flushed crimson, mortified. She had planned on showing off for Brad alone, but with Rylie in the kitchen, the situation now felt unbearable. Hastily covering her chest, she stammered, “It’s just me, Zaylee. I needed a drink of water. I’ll head back upstairs, Brad.”
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By the time Brad emerged from the kitchen, all he saw was the hem of Zaylee’s nightgown vanishing around the corner. He showed no reaction, returning to his place beside Rylie.
Soon after, the meal ended with the first light of morning. Brad suggested, “Get some rest upstairs in the guest room.”
Suppressing a yawn, Rylie nodded and disappeared in the direction of the guest quarters. Other obligations at the Morgan Group called Brad away not long after their late-night meal.
She slept well past sunrise, waking around lunchtime in the Morgan home.
With Sean absent, only Perla, Zaylee, and Rylie gathered at the dining table. A glance from Zaylee drifted toward Rylie. “So, Rylie, how’s it going with Melany’s tutoring lately?”
Lifting her glass, Rylie sipped at her juice. “Aren’t you and Melany supposed to be close? Hasn’t she filled you in about how she’s doing?”
Awkwardness flickered across Zaylee’s face, though she quickly tried to hide it. “Honestly, she’s been pretty distant with me. Lately, it feels like she’s upset, and we barely talk. I have no clue what I did wrong.”
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