CHAPTER 25 BREWING CHAOS

For what felt like an eternity, Juliet lingered in the confines of the bathroom, scrubbing away the traces of their intimate encounter last night. "Fucking clean!" She yelled out if frustration and her anxiety mounted, a constant companion in the silence of the tiled walls. Juliet emerged from the bathroom, she was greeted by a room transformed, immaculate in its cleanliness. The bed linens, now freshly changed, bore an uncanny resemblance to their predecessors, ensuring no discernible difference. The absence of the maid, stealthy in her departure, left Juliet feeling a sense of unease. With a sigh of relief, she swung open the door, only to encounter Susan, who had arrived, coincidentally, to knock. Susan paused in the doorway, a soft smile playing across her lips as she observed Juliet's emergence. "I've been wondering where you disappeared all morning. I was starting to worry you might be under the weather, so I decided to check in on you," she explained gently. Her gaze dri