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    Marc clenched his teeth, clearly wanting to argue but knowing it was pointless. So he said nothing.


    Jazlyn took the silence as victory and turned to the staff. She beckoned to a servant, instructing her to prepare a room for Doreen.


    The servant nced nervously at Marc, unsure whether to move without his permission.


    “What are you all staring at? Get going!” Jazlyn barked.


    No one dared disobey. They scurried upstairs to prepare a room.


    Marc remained silent, offering neither approval nor objection.


    Satisfied, Jazlyn beamed. “That’s more like it. You two are going to be parents—it’s time you started acting like it. I’ll leave you to it.” With that, she grabbed her purse and strutted out.


    The moment the front door closed, Doreen took in the full scale of the vi, eyes gleaming. Compared to the tiny apartment Marc had arranged before, this ce was heaven—spacious, luxurious, and quietly elegant.


    She turned to Marc, who was now seated with a look of simmering irritation, and asked softly, “Mr. Walsh, would it be all right if I chose my room?” She spoke gently, but her eyes were already drifting toward the staircase. “There are so many beautiful rooms here… I just want to find one with good lighting. Sunlight is really important for the baby’s health.”


    Marc didn’t even look at her. He waved a hand dismissively.


    “Thank you, Mr. Walsh,” she said with a slight bow, then turned and practically floated up the stairs.


    One by one, she opened the doors to the rooms, her eyes scanning each space carefully. When she got to the master bedroom, she paused, eyes narrowing just a little. This—this—was the room she wanted in the long run. But now wasn’t the time to push for it.


    She shut the door and opened another. The next room had tall windows that let in plenty of light, plus a cozy little balcony overlooking the backyard garden. Instantly satisfied, she turned to the staff following behind her and said brightly, “This one. I’ll take this room.”


    But the staff hesitated. “Miss Greville, maybe you’d like to look at another room instead?”


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    Doreen’s smile faltered. “Why?” she asked, her tone sharpening. “Is there something wrong with this one? Because I like it, and I insist on staying here.”


    The servant didn’t know how to respond, standing awkwardly at the door.


    Thankfully—or not—Marc appeared at the end of the hall just then, heading toward the study. The staff immediately turned to him like he was their saving grace. “Mr. Walsh, thisdy says she wants this room…”


    Marc looked up and saw Doreen standing in the doorway of the room where Ste used to stay.


    His expression darkened for a second, and he walked over quickly, pulling her away from the threshold. “Not this room. Pick another.” Doreen blinked, bewildered.


    Why this room, specifically? What was so off-limits about it?


    Sure, it was a bit bigger than the others, but that was it. What made this one so special?


    “Why not this one? It’s a nice room. It’s bigger too.” She kept her tone light and innocent, but deep down, she already had her suspicions.


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