When Love Turns Dangerous (Tara) novel Chapter 73

Tara wheeled the meal cart out of Lance's room, her pace measured. As soon as she was in the hallway, she deleted his number from her phone.

Russell was known for his unyielding inspections, meticulously checking housekeepers' phones for the boy band members' contacts. He enforced the rules with strict discipline.

With the group set to return to their home country in a week, Tara couldn't risk forgetting to remove the number later. The consequences could range from a pay deduction to a hefty breach-of-contract penalty—neither of which she could afford while saving her salary.

Pushing the cart, she calmly approached Soren's room. She paused to take a few deep breaths before knocking lightly.

As expected, Soren opened the door himself. Tara avoided his intense gaze, focusing instead on her task. "Mr. Farrell, I've brought your dinner," she said politely.

Soren shifted aside just enough for her to enter. His heated stare followed her as she wheeled the cart into the room.

Tara quickened her movements, heading straight for the dining table. She was acutely aware of Soren trailing closely on her left. His presence loomed large, but she kept her eyes on the task, setting the table with practiced efficiency.

"Please enjoy your meal, Mr. Farrell," she said, turning to retrieve the cart. But before she could grasp its handle, Soren's hand closed around her right arm.

He leaned slightly closer, his voice low and almost conspiratorial. "Didn't you say we should work on our relationship? Is this what you meant by that?"

Tara's heart skipped a beat. That was just an excuse she used to get away last time.

She scrambled for another excuse. "I still have to deliver dinner to Mr. Wilhelm. Besides, I'm still on duty. I can't discuss personal matters right now."

Just then, she heard his voice. Accompanied by the sound of running water, Shawn called out, "Come in."

Was he showering?

She paused, deliberating whether it was appropriate to enter. Moments later, Shawn's voice rang out again, urging her inside.

Pushing the meal cart into the room, Tara set about arranging his dinner on the table. Her hands moved quickly and steadily, despite the sound of water still running in the background.

Just then, Shawn called out to her. "Tara?"