Chapter 92

When did you slip in, Susan?" I inquired, my voice laced with a feigned nonchalance. "I must admit, I didn't even catch a glimpse of you." The words, thoughtfully chosen, concealed the undercurrent of curiosity that surged within me, hidden beneath the façade of casual conversation.

As my question hung in the air, a subtle shift occurred in the atmosphere. The smile that had graced Susan's face vanished as if it were a fleeting mirage, leaving behind a void of warmth and cordiality. The transformation was striking, for the mask of pleasantness that she had worn so effortlessly had now dissolved, revealing the true contours of her emotions. Her countenance, once a portrait of congeniality, now bore the unmistakable marks of displeasure.

A veil of discomfort settled upon Susan's countenance, casting a shadow over her expression as she mustered a response. Her voice carried a subtle edge of dissatisfaction as she addressed the matter at hand. "Why did you choose to don his clothes?" The