All weekend long, Blaze and Cecilia were locked in another silent war.
But this time—it was different.
In the past, Blaze had always been the one to ignore her, his coldness deliberate and sharp as a blade. Yet now, Cecilia seemed determined to meet him blow for blow. If he gave her a cold face, she gave him frost. If he refused to speak, she pretended he didn't exist. Neither was willing to yield an inch.
The air in the house was so tense that even the servants noticed. They tiptoed through their chores, careful a hundred times over, terrified of becoming an outlet for either master's temper.
Meanwhile, Leano's broken leg would take three months to heal. Cecilia couldn't stop blaming herself—his injury had been, in some way, because of her. The guilt gnawed at her until she finally gave in. Against company policy, she appointed him as the new Product Department Manager.
She hadn't expected the chaos that decision would unleash.
