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    “You really won’t eat with me?”


    “No, I won’t! And you don’t need me around anyway!” Yvonne fired back, raising her voice. She knew it—he only thought of her when no one else was around. He had plenty of women to choose from—whye to her?


    She turned away in anger, not willing to look at him.


    The tension in the car escted. The driver elerated, eager to get them home and relieve the ufortable atmosphere as quickly as possible.


    Soon, they reached their destination.


    By the time Yvonne and Norton got home, the housekeeper was still wrapping up dinner.


    “Dinner will be ready soon—just a little longer!” Z, the housekeeper, shouted from the kitchen, oblivious to the awkwardness between them.


    “I’m not eating tonight,” Yvonne shouted back clearly, then marched upstairs.


    Z ced the final bowl of soup on the table and called up, “At least have a little.”


    “Leave her alone!” Norton barked from his seat at the table, his face clouded with anger.


    “Mr. Burke, I apologize for speaking out of turn… but Mrs. Burke is still recovering. She really should eat something, at least a little,” Z said, looking up toward the stairs with concern.


    “Then you take the food to her room!” Norton snapped, continuing to eat without so much as looking at Z.


    Z nodded and grabbed a tray of food to take upstairs.


    Just as Yvonney exhausted on the lounger in her room, a knock echoed through the door.


    “Leave me alone!” she snapped, clearly fed up and not in the mood to deal with Norton.


    “It’s me, Mrs. Burke,” Z called softly from the other side of the door. Yvonne’s tone shifted instantly. “Sorry, Z. Come on in.”


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    Z gently pushed the door open. “You really should eat something. Mr. Burke is quite worried about your health,” she said, setting the tray on the table and speaking with a soft, caring tone.


    “I’m just not hungry today. You can take it back, Z,” Yvonne said, turning and sitting down in a chair.


    “I’ve been simmering this soup all afternoon. Please, just take a sip or two. If not, Mr. Burke will have my head,” Z pleaded, her voice full of care.


    With no other option, Yvonne picked at the vegetables and took a few sips of soup.


    By the time Z returned the tray downstairs, Norton had finished his meal and was lounging on the sofa.


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