Following a brief pause, she lifted her head and said, âDeciding if he can stay here or not isnât my call.
Itâs you and Dad who get to decide.
No need to explain it all to me.
â
Setting her knife and fork aside, she rose from her seat and ascended the stairs to her room.
Mario tried to lighten the mood.
âJennifer has always been this way.
Donât take it personally, Mr.
Simmons.
You had quite a sleepless night.
Head to the guest room and freshen up.
Iâll have the servant buy some clothes that fit and get them to you.
â
Hilliard bent his head and looked down at his wet clothes.
Indeed, he needed a shower immediately.
âThank you.
â
Mario and Presley smiled and instructed the servant to show him to the guest room.
In no time, the sound of running water filled the guest roomâs bathroom.
Mario and Presley exchanged glances and then resumed their work.
Ten minutes later, Presley tapped on Jenniferâs door, holding the clothes sheâd picked out for Hilliard.
Jennifer was in the middle of applying her makeup.
She was preparing for a lunch outing.
âCome in.
â
Presley stepped into the room and placed the clothes on the dresser.
âMr.
Simmons is in the shower.
You can finish your makeup later.
Just take these clothes to him first.
â
âHuh?â
Jennifer turned her head and gaped at her mother, baffled.
âWe have a lot of servants around.
Mom, whatâs with you wanting me to do it?â
âWellâ¦â
Without offering an explanation, Presley casually shoved the clothes toward Jennifer.
âNo need for questions.
Be fast.
Heâs about done with his bath.
â
Jenniferâs pretty eyes widened in disbelief.
âWait, Mom! Do you seriously want me to hand these clothes to him while heâs still in the shower? What if I accidentally see him naked?â