Chapter Sixty One

Chapter Sixty One.

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Anastasia's POV.

I smile when Kyra's hand grips mine slightly harder. She has her fingers interwined with mine.

"I have a question to ask? And it might be so ridiculous?" She states, her eyes on mine.

If Kyra is asking for permission, then trust me, that question is going to give me a hard time to answer.

"Could it be that you're in love with your boss?" As she says, my face shifts to meet her gaze and a frown plasters onto it.

"Are you seriously asking that right now?" Before she could talk, I add, "I'm still on the sickbed and you're asking that. Seriously?" I don't know why my voice is tight and why my breathing has accelerated, but that question sparks something in me that I never thought.

She raises her hands up, sounding unworried, "well, you don't need to be worried. I'm just asking."

"Why?"

She looks like she's searching her brain for an answer, "well, first of all, you did not seem to have an issue when I told you that your boss hasn't been