Tristin stepped out of the car and walked toward the entrance.
A moment later, the door opened.
Maria stood there.
Her eyes widened slightly.
"Mr. Tristin."
"Maria."
He glanced behind her.
"Is Alexander home?"
The smile on Maria's face disappeared.
"No, sir."
Tristin frowned.
"When will he be back?"
Maria hesitated.
Then she lowered her gaze.
"I'm not sure."
Tristin immediately sensed something was wrong.
"What do you mean you're not sure?"
Maria looked conflicted.
Finally, she stepped aside and allowed him inside.
The villa felt strangely empty.
As if someone had taken all the warmth out of it.
Tristin sat down while Maria brought him tea.
Only after setting the tray down did she speak.
"Sir has been away for almost a week now."
Tristin froze.
"A week?"
Maria nodded.
"Yes."
His brows furrowed deeply.
"A week where?"
Maria looked uncomfortable.
For a moment, she debated whether she should say anything.
Then she sighed.
