Chapter 13

On the other side of the bedroom door, the butler—a middle-aged man with impeccable posture and an always serene expression—walked down the corridor carrying a tray with tea and cookies. He had been tasked with checking whether his employer, Rafael, needed anything, as he did every night. However, as he approached the door, he heard something that made him stop abruptly.

A soft cry, followed by a deep, intense moan, echoed from the room. The butler blinked several times, as if trying