‘No, he couldn’t be?’ she thought in disbelief, hoping she was just being paranoid. ‘But why would he do something like that to me?’ she asked herself, searching for a motive. ‘It wasn’t possible. I have never done anything to him,’ she thought, her mind frantically replaying everything that had happened in the last nine years since she had first moved to London.“Are you ready to order?” Eric said, walking back inside the private dining room with a waiter in tow. He paused, noticing her face. “Everything okay?” he asked, seeing her worried expression.“No, not at all. I'm just a bit worried about the upcoming Ministry project,” she answered smoothly, her features twisting quickly to hide the panic in her eyes. “What if I fail?” she asked, doubt etched into her voice.“You, afraid?” he asked, a look of disbelief etching itself into his features as he stifled a laugh.“Eric, I am being serious right now,” she said, frowning at him.“And so am I,” he said, reaching across the table and
Read more