Days had passed, and since Emma's visit, she hadn't come back to their house.
If anything, Lucian and Primo had been home later than usual to spend time with her in the city. Lucian would still tell Ashley, and she would nod and agree.
"Madam, what would you like to eat for dinner?"
Ashley, who was idling in the living room browsing through some catalogs for her office's design — even though she hadn't decided which building she would take — turned to Nolan. He stood near the one-seater couch, smiling warmly as usual.
"Hmm…" she thought about it and shrugged. "I don't know."
"Would you like something warm?"
"Mhm, anything is fine, Nolan," she hummed as she refocused on the catalog. "I've actually been craving noodles. The spicy kind. Really, really spicy ones."
Nolan nodded. "I'll tell the chefs to make some for you."
Ashley didn't answer and just continued what she was doing. Meanwhile, Nolan stayed in his spot, studying her.
