d for her phone on the nightstand and checked the time-it was already

to head downstairs. Stepping out of the guest room,

sofa watching a variety show while a maid

saw Tony Stark walk through the front door. A servant

Her hand tightened its g

re and striking. Dressed in a tailored dark suit and a cr

hange his shoes, he didn't notice

nce would only make things awkward for all three of them, she turned to head bac

er lip, her fingernails digging into her palms unt

r face was once again a mask of quiet indiffer

he sofa, and Tony Stark, standing b

lessly averted her gaze and finished des

from the kitchen, and upon seeing Chloe coming down

hloe had been a frequent guest at the Stark Manor

ce. Back then, she would always greet the older servant w

ally took his suit jacket before hanging it up in the coatroom. The seaml

if a sharp blade were slowly slicing throug

er. Chloe walked over to the dining table, s

d her. In the past, whenever she visited, Wania would alway

ructed a maid to brew a pot of hangover tea. Hearing Chloe's questio

loe at the dining table. The youthful innocence on her face had entirely faded. Dressed in a

was completely gone, replaced by a slender, pointed chin. Because she was so thin, h

egin with. After taking just a

uched, Sia asked, "Miss Bishop,

t. Everything was cooked acco

k suddenly chimed in, "Eating too mu

, Chloe lifted her head and looked

the door until now, she had treated h