Still, one look at the housekeeper was enough to tell, though he had been impressed by Darius's smooth handling of the wheelchair situation, he still would have preferred to throw him out of the castle the first chance he got. The man's grin alone seemed like a crime.
But none of those silent protests mattered, because Darius was already busy at the table. With a casual confidence, he began lifting dishes and spooning food onto Nnenna's plate, one by one.
It took only a few seconds for the others to notice something odd. Every single dish he picked up, every single one, was one of Nnenna's favorites. Not just food she liked, but her absolute comfort meals.
Arthur's brows shot up. He turned his head sharply toward Carl, suspicion dark in his eyes. You told him?
But Carl only looked back at him with a shrug, his expression blank. He hadn't said a word to Darius about her preferences. Which left a bigger, more infuriating question: How did this creep know?
