Chapter 155

A knot formed in Benjamim's throat as soon as he heard Antonella's question. All the excitement vanished from his face, and he became expressionless, wondering how he could tell her the truth without it affecting their relationship, which had only just begun.

“Who told you that?” He loosened his tie as if it were choking him.

“Does it matter?” She wrinkled her nose, making a face, and came to a conclusion. “So it’s true?”

“Whatever,” Benjamim's face became a perfect picture of forced indifference. “It was so long ago I barely remembered.”

He turned to the window, pretending to watch the scene outside. He put his hands in his pockets and moved away from her.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m telling you now.” Whether it was the quickness with which Benjamim turned to look at her again or his tone of voice, Antonella felt that this topic disturbed him.

“No, you’re not,” she said, feeling offended. “If Carlota hadn’t told me, I might never have known.”

“Of course it was Carlota who told you