Ethan set down his chopsticks and dabbed his lips with a napkin.

His cool gaze shifted to the nervous young man beside him.

"Milo?"

Milo nearly choked on his rice. He scrambled to put down his bowl.

"Yes, Mr. Roscente. I'm Milo."

He sat up straight, hands properly placed on his knees.

Ethan's eyes swept over the siblings. "Since you're staying here, come to me if you need anything. As your brother-in-law, it's my duty to look after you."

Jenna's grip tightened around her chopsticks.

She hadn't expected Ethan to say that.

Ethan stood, adjusting his cuffs. "The living allowance will be deposited on time. Make sure your brother gets nutritious meals—he's still growing."

"Understood." Jenna quickly rose to her feet.

Ethan walked away without looking back.

Jenna followed him to the door. "Will you be home for dinner, Mr. Roscente?"

"Business dinner."

His detached reply floated through the closing elevator doors.

Jenna exhaled deeply and returned to the table.

"Ethan seemed to like your cooking." Milo picked up a spare rib.

Jenna stared at the empty rice bowl, lost in thought.

He'd eaten two full servings.

That small realization settled something inside her.

At least in this marriage, she still had some worth.

After cleaning up, Milo bounded out of his room excitedly.

"Jenna! This room is huge!"

He gestured animatedly, eyes sparkling.

Jenna smiled and handed him a key. "Come back on your own this afternoon. I have a job interview tonight."

"What kind of job?"

"Convenience store night shift." The lie came easily.

Milo frowned. "Be careful."

After seeing her brother off, Jenna rode her bike to an underground mall.

She needed decent clothes.

At 5 PM, Jenna stood outside Studio 54.

The chandelier's glare made her squint.

"Here for the interview?" A handsome man in uniform approached.

Jenna nodded. "Stella Laurent referred me."

He smiled. "I'm Brian. Follow me."

Inside VIP Room 888, two rows of men and women stood at attention.

A man lounged on the sofa, his shirt collar slightly open. Long fingers tapped the armrest.

"Boss, she's here." Brian bowed respectfully.

Tristan's gaze swept over Jenna.

"Twenty-four? Married?"

Jenna met his eyes. "Yes."

"Does your husband know?" Tristan's lips curved.

Jenna pressed her lips together. "He doesn't."