When Love Turns Dangerous novel Chapter 80

A thin layer of snow had settled over the villa's courtyard, dusting the plants like icing sugar. The stone paths, however, had been meticulously cleared.

The sky was gray, heavy with clouds, and the chill in the air mirrored the dark moods of two particular men.

Lance, Soren, and Shawn were having lunch on the first floor. Tara stood behind Shawn, quietly attending to him as he ate.

Out of the corner of her eye, she finally noticed Lance and Soren's unusually grim expressions. Her heart skipped. She'd almost forgotten—tonight, she'd be delivering their dinners alone.

Had she done something to offend them? Besides keeping her distance, she hadn't done anything out of line... right? Clinging to that small hope, she tried to convince herself their foul moods had nothing to do with her.

Just then, Soren, who sat opposite her, stood up. His usual charm was gone, his handsome face now stone cold. The moment their eyes nearly met, she looked away in a rush.

She knew she was in trouble. She wasn't sure if Lance was upset because of her, but Soren definitely was.

The thought of delivering dinner to him tonight filled her with dread. After lunch, she quietly made her way to find Russell.

When he saw her standing before him, hesitant and clearly anxious, he immediately sensed something was off. "Tara? Is everything alright?"

After a moment of hesitation, she said, "Mr. Robertson, would it be possible to have another housekeeper accompany me when I deliver meals tonight?"

Russell raised an eyebrow. "You're not able to manage on your own?"

The idea seemed far-fetched, given that her main task was just bringing meals to the rooms above.

Tara nodded. "I'm probably just not used to the environment here. I haven't been feeling well the past couple of days.

"I thought I could tough it out, but I woke up this morning feeling sore all over. I'm worried I might be coming down with something and don't want to risk passing it to them.

"I just thought maybe someone else could start learning the routine, just in case I really do get sick."

Russell studied her. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes clear—she didn't look sick in the slightest. But her reasoning made sense.

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