The household staff had been speaking ill of Hannah behind her back and Steven felt he was to blame. “Hannah, it’s my fault for not managing the staff properly. You can express your anger at me if you want.”
Verbally attacking him? Physically attacking him? Would that solve anything? Would those people stop insulting her?
Moreover, Hannah couldn’t care less about those insignificant people. “Mr. Dixon, I wouldn’t dare lay a hand on you.”
His attempt to take responsibility was met with Hannah’s nonchalant response, leaving Steven at a loss for what to do. “Let me show you to your room, then.”
“Thank you,” Hannah replied.
Steven took her suitcase and led her to the elevator. The house had three floors, and just as he was about to press the button to the third floor, Hannah pressed the second button.
Typically, the master bedroom was on the third floor with guest rooms on the second. The ambiguity of their relationship made it inappropriate for her to occupy his master bedroom.e2
“Your room on the third floor is more spacious, Hannah,” Steven tried to convince her. “Your clothes are also there, in the walk-in closet. It would be more convenient for you.”
“I have my own clothes,” was all she said.
Reluctantly, Steven led her to the guest room on the second floor. “It’s getting late. What would you like for dinner?”
“Don’t worry about me. I’ll just order some takeout,” Hannah replied.
Steven was taken aback. He had vivid memories of sneaking into Hannah’s room every night when they were staying at the Ableson’s during Christimas. She never turned him away, and their intimate moments made him believe she still loved him and wanted his child. But now, away from the Ableson’s, she was distant and cold.
Despite her reluctance to accept his gestures, Steven still had dinner prepared after settling her in. During the meal, he served her soup and picked out dishes for her, attentive like a dutiful servant.
Hannah barely touched her food, and after half a bowl of soup, she put down her utensils. “I’m not hungry. I’m going to bed.”
Steven tried to stop her. “Is it the food? Does it not suit your palate?”
“I just don’t feel like eating,” she replied.
“Alright, you go rest,” Steven said. “If you feel hungry later, I’ll have a late-night snack prepared for you.”
She didn’t respond and left the room. With her gone, he lost his appetite too. “Milana, I need to step out for a while. Could you keep an eye on Hannah? If she gets hungry or wants a snack, please prepare something.”
Steven had trusted Milana for years and felt comfortable leaving Hannah in her care.
“Don’t worry, Mr. Steven. I’ll take good care of Ms. Hannah. But you should let her know where you’re going, so she won’t worry,” Milana suggested.
Steven sighed. “She wouldn’t care where I go. Let her rest. I’ll try to be back soon.”