Chapter 20

It was a timely nine am when Tony rapped his knuckles against the LeTale door, thanking their housekeeper as she let him in.

“Tony” the petite redhead almost purred at him in greeting, make Tony awkwardly chuckle not really noticing that Maria had already appeared on the stairs and clocked the exchange.

Dressed in a pair of flared burgundy trousers and matching jacket with a black strap top that didn’t hide her cleavage as much as her mother might prefer, Maria warily eyed the way the housekeeper was looking over at Tony. As if they shared a secret, or a past even. The woman was quite young and Maria couldn’t help but wonder if the housekeeper were much older than herself, which inevitably led to thinking about Tony’s wife. He still hadn’t mentioned her and Maria didn’t know whether to be offended that he didn’t seem to think it mattered. Was that because his personal life was none of her business and this was just a bit of harmless flirtation or was he purposefully harbouring the tru