When Eleanor arrived at Xavier''s ce, she rang the doorbell.
Xavier opened the door himself. Seeing her standing there with a bag in hand and exhaustion etched on her face, a flicker of concern passed through his eyes.
"Have you eaten?" he asked.
She''d had a quick bite in the cafeteria earlier that afternoon. With a faint smile, she replied, "I''m not hungry."
"I saved you some dinner. Come in," Xavier insisted, stepping aside.
Eleanor paused, touched by his thoughtfulness. "Thank you. I hope it''s not too much trouble."
Just then, Evelyn came running over, wrapping her arms around Eleanor''s legs. "Mom, can I y with Vivian a little longer? Let''s go hometer, please!"
Eleanor knew her daughter well-once Evelyn started having fun, it was hard to stop her. Smiling fondly, she ruffled her hair. "Alright, you can y a bit more."
The two little girls disappeared into the yroom, theirughter echoing down the hall. Xavier led Eleanor into the living room, then disappeared into the kitchen.
Eleanor was caught off guard. The housekeeper must have already left for the day, so was Xavier really going to cook for her himself? She felt a bit embarrassed by the attention.
"Mr. Vaughn, really, you don''t need to trouble yourself. I can just have Joslyn make me some pasta when I get home," Eleanor called out toward the kitchen.
Xavier, now sporting an apron, looked up and smiled. "If you want pasta, let me make it for you."
Eleanor blinked, finding herself unable to refuse.
Fifteen minutester, he set a steaming bowl of soup noodles on the table, fragrant and inviting. Eleanor''s mouth watered at the sight.
Xavier handed her a fork. "Try it."
"Thank you," she said, epting the fork.
She twirled the noodles, blew gently to cool them, and took a bite. Her eyes lit up with surprise and delight as she looked up. "This is delicious."
Xavier, who had been anxiously watching her reaction, finally rxed and smiled. "Take your time. I''ll go check on the kids."
A few minutester, he was back in the living room, sleeves rolled up to his
elbows, scrolling through emails on his iPad.
"Is your research going well?" he asked, breaking the quiet.
Eleanor paused, noodles halfway to her mouth. "It''s going well, yes."
He looked over at her, his gaze gentle. "If you ever need help, just say the word. My team has some experience in your field."
A warm feeling settled in Eleanor''s chest. Xavier always seemed to know exactly what to say, never too much, never too little.
"Thank you. If I need anything, I''ll be sure to ask you and your team," she replied with a grateful smile.
Xavier hesitated, picking up his phone. After a moment''s thought, he posted a photo of the bowl of noodles to his private social feed, captioned: *Cooking for someone important is a little happiness.*
He rarely posted anything personal online, never mind about his private life. This was the first time, and, as he''d half expected, a few sharp-eyed reporters immediately picked up on it.
Quietly, they reposted his message, along with a headline: *Vaughn Group CEO Sparks Rumors of Secret Romance.*
At nine o''clock, Eleanor took her daughter home. While Joslyn was in the shower, Eleanor''s phone buzzed with a new message.
It was fromn. First, he sent a screenshot. Then a question followed:
*Is this "someone important" you?*
Eleanor''s breath caught; she hadn''t even known Xavier had posted anything.
*None of your business,* she replied curtly.
*You''re right,* camen''s final, cryptic reply.
Eleanor tossed the phone aside and went to shower. Later, out of idle curiosity,
she checked Xavier''s social feed. The post was gone.
A new message from Xavier popped up:
*Sorry, I posted on a whim. I didn''t expect the media to pick it up and cause a stir. Hope it didn''t trouble you.*
She hesitated, then replied: *It''s fine.*
*I''ve already asked PR to handle it.*
Eleanor pressed her lips together. She could more or less guess what Xavier had meant by that post.