Stephan had his misgivings, but ultimately relented. He couldn't deny his responsibility for Archie's death. None of it would have happened if he had insisted on preventing him from taking that mission.
Johanna, however, remained tactful and respectful throughout the journey. She kept her distance, never overstepping her bounds. Even when offering Stephan coffee or fruit, she had the subordinates deliver it.
On the flight to Khogend, she also made a point of performing small gestures for the crew—like handing out juice and chocolates or offering a warm smile. These subtle moves quickly garnered her goodwill among the staff. After all, she was Imogen's sister-in-law. The staff treated her politely, addressing her as "Ms. Rosario."
The private jet landed in Khogend the following day. When Stephan returned to the mountainside estate, the maids and guards were startled to see a young woman following him. Before anyone could react, Cloud, the sleek white dog, bolted out, its tail wagging furiously. The dog circled Stephan, whining softly as if complaining about his absence.
Stephan picked Cloud up, his sharp eyes assessing it. The dog was noticeably heavier, its coat shiny and healthy, its eyes bright and clear. "You've been eating well," he muttered.
"Wow! What an adorable dog!" Johanna exclaimed, her face lighting up. She hesitated, then asked cautiously, "Can I pet it, Stephan?"
Stephan gave her a brief glance. She had generally been well-behaved, despite overstepping boundaries, like answering his phone. She had diligently cared for Imogen in Seldvale without complaint, and she hadn't caused any trouble on this trip. After a moment, he turned and walked into the villa, leaving her to interpret the silence.
Johanna took his non-response as permission and cautiously extended her hand toward Cloud. "Hi, doggy! You're so cute. Let me pet you, okay?" But before her hand got close, Cloud bared its teeth, growling low in its throat. The sudden aggressive response startled her; she stumbled back and fell.
Johanna's expression darkened for a split second, her eyes flashing frustration and resentment. "Stupid dog!" But just as quickly, she smoothed her features, replacing her anger with an innocent and pitiful look.
One of the maids quickly stepped forward. "Ms. Rosario, please don't be upset. Cloud is just shy around new people. Give it a couple of days, and it'll warm up to you."
Johanna nodded softly, her smile gentle. She stood, brushing off her skirt. It wasn't hard to see why people were so taken with her. With her delicate features, soft voice, and demure demeanor, she exuded an image of a sweet, well-mannered young woman. The subtle vulnerability in her mannerisms added to her charm.
The maid led Johanna into the villa and showed her the guest rooms. At first, Johanna appeared easygoing, saying she wasn't picky. But her eyes lingered on one particular room, where subtle signs suggested someone had stayed there before. "This one, can I stay here?" she asked, her tone light but curious.
The maid hesitated, discomfort flashing across her face. "Well… This room…" This room belonged to Felicia; Stephan had explicitly ordered that it remain untouched except for regular cleaning. Why did Johanna have to choose this room?