“It’s Andrew Lane,” Emily said flatly, setting her fork down. “You brought the housekeeper over here without asking me. That has nothing to do with me.”
Andrew walked closer, his dark eyes flicking briefly to her foot, now wrapped in a cast. His voice was low and steady. “If you’re not happy, we’ll get a new one. We’ll keep looking until you’re satisfied.”
“I already told you—I don’t need anyone,” she replied.
He barely seemed to hear her. “There’ll be another housekeeper here tomorrow.”
Emily frowned, her patience thinning. “Andrew, do you even realize what you’re doing?”
He picked up the medical file from her bedside table and flipped through it carelessly. “What did the doctor say?”
Her gaze was cold. “The doctor said I’d recover a lot faster if I didn’t have certain people hovering around me all day.”
The truth was, the doctor had said her injury wasn’t serious. As long as she rested, kept off her feet, attended her follow-ups, and changed her bandages regularly, she’d be fine.
Andrew’s lips twitched in what might have been a faint laugh before he set the file back on the table.
Just then, someone knocked at the door.
Andrew sounded more like the master of the house than a guest. “Come in.”
“Mr. Lane.” It was his assistant, arms full with a backpack so stuffed it looked like it might burst. Emily recognized it at once—it was hers, no doubt filled with study materials.
“Mr. Lane, I’ve brought Ms. Blair’s revision notes. And her mother just arrived as well.”

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