---- Chapter 106 Cold? Tara didn't understand why Soren would look at them like that. Was he finally losing interest in her? If so, that wouldn't be a bad thing. On the third floor, at the recording studio, Tara pushed a meal cart to the door and knocked. Someone opened it right away, and it was Soren's assistant . Tara wasn't surprised . A few of them came to the villa every other day. She pushed the cart inside. Soren stood in the booth with headphones on, recording a love song.

As soon as he saw her, his eyes followed her movements. His voice softened, becoming tender and flirtatious. Their eyes suddenly met, catching Tara off guard. Startled, she quickly looked away and rolled the cart over to the coffee table, refusing to glance at the recording area again. She then pushed it into the lounge, where several low male voices filled the air. ---- The moment she stepped in, she saw Lance, Shawn, Jonah, and two assistants sitting on the couch.

Tara froze, noticing all their eyes turned to her. She bent down to place the fruit platter on the coffee table, then began pouring their coffee under the weight of their stares. Lance, especially -he was seated to her left. His gaze lingered on her skin as she poured, as if he were tasting her with his eyes. Tara's hand almost trembled as she filled their coffee cups. The memory of what happened during lunch still lingered in her mind.

Now, standing in front of Lance again, it was impossible to stay calm. Shawn only glanced at her a few times, a faint smile playing on his lips. As she left with the cart, he casually looked up and watched her retreating figure. Jonah sipped his coffee. Other than glancing at her when she first entered, he didn't look at her again. Tara rolled the cart out of the lounge. Since Soren was still recording, she took the chance to leave quickly.

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She closed the studio door behind her and hurried into the elevator. Just as the elevator doors closed, she heard the studio ---- door open. Soren stepped out and frowned at the empty hallway. "She ran off that fast?" he muttered, displeased. Soon, it was dinner. Tara was in charge of serving Lance that evening. Worried he might try to get intimate , she kept her distance. When Lance noticed her pulling away, his expression turned cold.

He didn't say a word, but Tara could feel the discontent radiating from him. She didn't care anymore. Her relationship with Lance could never come to light even if she left. She didn't want trouble. Dinner went by without incident. Afterward, Tara clocked out and returned to her room. While taking a hot shower, she tried not to think about anything that could make her flustered.

Half an hour later, she lay on her side in bed, staring at the wall, her mind racing with thoughts about what to do next. If she stayed another three months, she would be completely drained. What happened with Lance at noon... She smacked her forehead and told herself to stop ---- thinking about it. If she stayed any longer, it was only a matter of time before Lance wore her down. And Soren was still circling -hungry and waiting to pounce.

That night, after weighing the pros and cons, she decided to use Lance to escape the villa. However, the uneasiness wouldn't leave her. She worried about how Lance might react to her resignation. Tara hesitated for three whole days. During that time, she avoided both Lance and Soren. On the third night, while delivering milk, she seized the chance to speak with Lance. If she went during the day, he might not let her leave, which would mean lost working hours.

If Terence or someone else came looking for her, it could cause trouble. The hallways were quiet at night, which made it easier to move unnoticed. She stood outside Lance's door. She raised her hand to knock, only to lower it again. After going back and forth, Tara finally made up her mind and knocked. When she heard his voice from inside, she took a deep breath and walked in.