Adrian’s voice was low, almost a whisper. “Sheila?”My spine stiffened. My fingers paused just a beat too long over the folded sheets in my handI stood there,pretending like I hadn’t heard him. Pretending like my entire soul hadn’t jolted awake at the sound of my name, my real name.I could feel his eyes. Not on my face, not even on the stolen notebook hidden under my apron. He was staring, no, burning a hole into the hem of my skirt, where the faint curve of the birthmark had peeked out when I turned.I straightened, face blank, and said.“Are you okay, sir?” I asked, calm as water.He didn’t answer. His eyes were still locked on the spot, color draining from his face.“You seem really obsessed with that mark…” I tilted my head, adding a soft, puzzled frown. “You look pale. Maybe you need to sit down?”I smoothed my apron, pretending not to notice how Adrian's pupils had dilated. His voice had cracked, and for a man like him, that was a sin. He blinked fast like he could erase what
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