Chapter 199
Richard strode toward Rosalia and pulled out the chair opposite her without so much as a request for permission.
His unrestrained actions carried an air of authority, as if he were the master of the space itself.
Instead of reprimanding her son for his insolent attitude, Rosalia silently studied his face for a moment.
“He’s grown thinner.”
The deep sockets of his blue eyes bore fatigue rather than languor, and his protruding jawline had sharpened further.
Although he maintained his usual indifferent facade, his heightened nerves were apparent, creating a dissonance that only emphasized his unease.
The transformation over the past two months was so drastic that it hinted at the existence of a particular catalyst.
Knowing the circumstances, Rosalia could easily pinpoint that this change coincided with someone’s absence.
Feigning nonchalance, Rosalia asked,