Chapter 22

Simon Walsh.

The name echoed inside her head over and over again as Elena sat quietly opposite him. She tried to wrap her head around the fact that her mysterious no-strings-attached and Richard Walsh’s uncle were actually the same person this whole time.

But it was so hard, though. So hard to comprehend. It just seemed too unreal. Too far-fetched. Like a damn cliché plot of some cheap erotic novel. And yet, here she was, sitting directly across Simon Walsh himself, watching him closely as he did the same to her.

They haven’t spoken a single word since Elena found out his true identity. They just stared silently at each other, waiting patiently for the other to say something. Anything. But neither of them seemed willing to break the silence, and honestly, she didn’t even know what to say. Hell, she didn’t even know if she wanted to say anything at all.

Part of her wanted to jump off her chair and slap him across the face for lying to her all this time. For pretending to be someone else