When Love Turns Dangerous novel Chapter 75

Stella's gentle tone held a quiet sharpness, the kind of softness that could cut deeper than harsher words.

Tara finished her meal and wiped her mouth with a napkin. "That day, anyone in pain would have received the same kindness from me. Your identity was irrelevant."

Stella sat frozen, her expression stunned. Even after Tara left the room, her shock lingered. She hadn't expected her attempt to reconcile to fall flat, let alone receive such a blunt response. The change in Tara was something Stella struggled to understand.

Meanwhile, Tara went about her duties. After dropping off her tray at the kitchen's cleaning area, she hurried upstairs to collect the used dinnerware.

When she entered Soren's room, his gaze immediately locked onto her, burning with intensity as he watched her every move. Lounging lazily on the couch, he broke the silence. "What size do you wear for tops, bottoms, and shoes?"

Tara paused, puzzled by the unexpected question. "Why are you asking, Mr. Farrell?"

Soren clicked his tongue in mild irritation. "Tsk, forget it. I'll just ask Russell instead."

Tara's uniform and shoe sizes were likely on file.

Her heart sank at the idea of Russell being involved. Panicking, she rushed to Soren's side and snatched the phone from his hands.

Flustered, her voice trembled as she said, "D-Don't ask Mr. Robertson. Just ask me. I'll tell you."

The thought of Russell misunderstanding the situation was enough to send her into a frenzy. After all, what kind of man would randomly ask about a woman's clothing sizes?

Soren remained relaxed, his posture casual yet commanding as he smirked. His amusement was unmistakable. "Why? Are you worried Russell might get the wrong idea about us?"

Tara didn't dare answer him. She couldn't read him at all.

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