The next morning, Maria came knocking.
“Mrs. Hendrix, Ms. Jackson has left, and Mr. Hendrix has gone to the office. The room’s been cleaned up. Would you like to… move back in?” she carefully asked.
“Thank you, Maria, but that won’t be necessary. I slept in the guest room last night and found the lighting quite nice. Please move my belongings there instead,” Diana replied with a gentle smile.
Maria froze. “Huh?” Was Diana going to sleep in a separate room?
“Oh, and another thing,” Diana added as she turned around after taking a few steps forward. “Don’t move anything Ms. Jackson used. Just leave them in that room.”
Gabriella might need them again some other time, and Diana found them… filthy.
Maria stared at her in stunned silence and could barely process her words.
Diana had always been known for her gentle temperament. After all the years Maria had worked for her, she had never once seen Diana lose her temper at the staff.
Like her name suggested, Diana meant divine and heavenly. She was kind, gentle, and beautiful. No matter whom she spoke to, she always remained calm, poised, and never arrogant.
People might see her acts as cool and graceful, but if they were to put it bluntly, she was simply boring and uninteresting.
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The night fell, and Vincent returned home after finishing his work at the company.
He found the living room pitch-black and wondered why Diana hadn’t left the lights on for him.
The Hendrix family wasn’t strict with the staff, especially with the considerate and understanding Diana as the matriarch of the family. Once dinner hours were over, the housekeepers could rest early and weren’t expected to stay on guard.
Typically at this hour, Diana would be in the living room, wrapped in a blanket while reading a book or sipping tea, quietly waiting for his return. But tonight, she was nowhere in sight.
Vincent’s gaze flickered. He took off his coat and switched on the lights himself.
After searching the entire first floor, the familiar Diana was nowhere to be found. Vincent wondered if she had gone to bed upstairs.
Just as he reached the stairs, thunder boomed outside. A bolt of lightning tore through the night sky, followed by a torrential downpour.
The long-foretold storm had finally arrived in full force.
Vincent frowned. On his way home, he had sensed the oppressive, suffocating tension of the looming storm. There was something about the eerie stillness before a storm that he didn’t quite like today.
He had even urged the driver to speed up.
