Chapter Thirty: You're a Prevert! Iris Moore’s POV The bathroom mirror was fogging up again. I wiped a small part of it with my palm, staring at my reflection. For a second, I didn’t even recognise myself. “Get a grip, Iris,” I muttered. The whole day had been a lot. The man, the office, the dinner, that conversation and Aria. I exhaled slowly, pushing the thoughts away. “Not now.” I reached for my towel, wrapping it around myself before stepping out into the room. My hair was still damp, water trailing lightly down my neck. I barely took two steps when I noticed him, Nathaniel standing by the bed with my phone in his hand. My brows pulled together instantly. “And what do you think you are doing?” He didn’t look guilty. Of course he didn’t. He was Nathaniel Crowe after all. His gaze flicked briefly to me, then back to the phone screen like whatever was on it was far more interesting. “It was ringing,” he said calmly. “And that means you pick it up?” I shot back, walking
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