A woman brought in a tray with a carafe of water, three crystal glasses, and a small plate of delicate pastries, leaving immediately after she set them down on the table.Wren nodded Felix was staring at her oddly.She raised her eyebrows, silently mouthing “What?”He pointed two of his fingers at his own eye, then gestured minutely towards her.Wren, confused, touched her own cheek and realised some part of her fallen false lashes had stuck to her undereye.She plucked the strand off her face, looking away like nothing happened.Soon, a man walked in, and it wasn’t Hector.He was tall, probably in his early forties, with sharp, good-looking features. He wore a beautifully tailored navy suit without a tie.“My sincerest apologies for keeping you waiting,” he said in a cultured baritone as he walked around the desk to shake their hands. “Unavoidable delays.”He acted like a gentleman, but there was
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