Chapter 11 . At dinner , Liza served a nourishing chicken soup for Rosalind . " Mrs. Foret , this is for you , " Liza said , placing a bowl before her . Then she set a different bowl in front of Christopher . " And this , sir , is yours . " Christopher poked at the contents with his spoon , his expression shifting to something complex . Liza , I really don't need this . " Liza gave an awkward chuckle . " Well , you and Mrs. Foret are trying for a baby … A little extra boost can't hurt , right ? " Christopher glanced at Rosalind , a flicker in his eyes . " Rosa and I are just fine . We don't need any assistance . " " What is it ? " Rosalind asked . " Oyster soup , " Liza replied . It was no wonder Rosalind thought the whole room smelled odd . Christopher suppressed a smile . " Liza , take the evening off . Don't worry about the kitchen . Head home early . " Understanding dawned on Liza's face . " Thank you , sir . I'll be off now . " Christopher nodded and drained the bowl in one go . Rosalind wasn't sure if it was her imagination , but as he drank , his eyes stayed fixed on her , burning with an unmistakable heat . Rosalind quickly sent a text , " Get here . Now . " Eugene texted back , " What ? " " Get here soon , or your precious best friend lands right back in my clutches . " Predictably , the reply was swift . " On my way . " Rosalind snorted . She wondered , " Mr. Benitez is quite the character . " If I hadn't heard rumors about him liking women , I'd have sworn he is gay , hopelessly carrying a torch for Christopher . " " Who are you texting ? " His voice was low , warm against her ear . Rosalind jumped . " Don't hover . It's hot . " " Feeling hot ? " Christopher scooped her up effortlessly . " How about a shower ? We'll take a shower together . " He carried her towards the stairs and their bedroom . " Wait … " < Chapter 11 Before she could finish , Christopher's phone rang . He hesitated , then set Rosalind back on her feet . " Work ? " she asked . He pulled her close for a brief hug . " Go start the shower . I'll take this and be right up . " " Are you sure you'll be ' right up ' ? " After a whole day ignoring his mistress , wouldn't he need to rush out ? " she sneered in her heart . Christopher grinned . " That eager ? Fine . I'll skip the call . Shower now . " " No ! " Rosalind said quickly . " Take it . It might be important . " Christopher glanced at the caller ID again . " Alright . I'll be quick . " He turned and headed downstairs , already answering . " Yes? Hang on a sec … " Standing close , Rosalind could just make out the sound of a woman sobbing on the other end . Rosalind retreated to the bedroom and locked the door . She was scrolling through news articles when heavy , urgent pounding startled her . " His mistress must be having some crisis . He needs to rush off . Perfect , " she thought . Rosalind didn't even open the door . " If it's work , you should go . " But the voice that came through wasn't Christopher's . " Open the door . " That voice … Rosalind unlocked the door to find Eugene . He was drenched in sweat and panting heavily , wearing only loungewear , beads of perspiration rolling down his face .