A Ruling Passion – Chapter 1879

There was something infectious about Cynthia’s smile that made Aristotle’s lips quiver on his own. “Please, I’m only tolerating your noise because it’s you. If it were literally anyone else, well, I’d make sure they don't croak at all when I’m around. Come on.”

They returned to the Tremont Estate, and from there, Cynthia got into her car and drove away.

Aristotle stood by the door. He watched the car vanish into the distance before turning back into the house.

He was not the only audience, however, for another figure had been peering from the window upstairs, watching.

“Had she taken her lunch, Agnes?” Aristotle asked his housekeeper.