Chapter 87

The night was quiet and late as I stood awkwardly in the room, my eyes fixated on the only large bed with a worried expression. Surely, we weren't expected to sleep together? And there was only one blanket... The thought of sharing a bed and blanket with Tom made me want to flee. "Or, you... can sleep in another room." Tom laughed, pointing toward the door. "Do you think Aunt Elena will let you leave without supervision? She has someone guarding the door at all times. Where do you expect me to sleep?" My shock was evident as I walked toward the door and turned the handle. Upon opening it, I found a kind-looking old woman standing outside. It was a maid. "Is there anything else you need, Ms. Grace?" she asked kindly. "No, thank you," I replied quickly before closing the door and leaning against it in disbelief. Why was there someone guarding the door? What was going on? A mocking smile tugged on the corners of Tom's lips. "Now, among the entire White family, it's my dear Aunt Elen