Damien Sterling's men, intimidated yet obliged to heed Emma Hart's words, reluctantly stepped back.
Observing their nearly motionless stance, Emma realized persuasion was futile and made her way towards the kitchen.
Her gaze swept across the kitchen tools, lighting up at the sight of a juicer, its gleam catching her eye.
In the evening, Damien Sterling returned punctually, surprising even Mrs. Harris with his recent reduction in social engagements.
"Mr. Sterling is back," Mrs. Harris remarked cheerfully.
Ever since Emma waited for him on the couch that one time, he had been consistently timely in returning home.
Emma, who had been snacking on nuts all afternoon on the sofa, tidied up a bit upon hearing Damien's arrival.
Damien walked upstairs without acknowledging Emma, who remained on the couch.
