Darlene’s pov
I didn't know what to say. He caught us red-handed, and there was no way to deny the obvious. I mean, what was the point of lying? I anxiously glanced at my feet, as I could not find the courage to admit it.
“Yes, we are mates,” Stephen said, breaking the silence.
I peeked at the horrified chef. “But sir. What about Madam? Does she know?”
“She doesn’t, and this needs to remain a secret. She cannot know about this,” Stephen told her.
I forced a smile, unsure of how he would react. His concerned gaze bore into mine. At least he wasn’t mad.
“Darlene,” he said, taking a step closer to us as he glanced over his shoulder. “You know how she is. I am genuinely worried about you…” He paused and stared at me as if he was unsure of what to say.
I relaxed. He was concerned abou
