"Oh, right. I just remembered Mr. Clinton has piled a ton of work on me," Hugo added. "He'd definitely have a problem with me taking time off at the last minute."He paused. "Or we could go to Grandview Park," he suggested. "I know how much you fancy those spacious apartments with ocean views.""Last night, you said you'd do anything I asked," I cut him off, a mocking smile tugging at my lips. "Hugo, you're not keeping a mistress at Northdale Heights, are you? I'm just going to look at houses, not interrogate you. Why are you so nervous?"Realizing he'd let his anxiety show, Hugo gave an awkward laugh and could only keep driving in silence. He kept looking for opportunities to text on his phone throughout the entire drive. His anxiety was impossible to miss.When we arrived, I pulled him straight into the sales office.Regina was arranging the architectural models when she looked up. Her gaze lingered on Hugo for a moment, and a blush crept across her cheeks.Hugo, however, w
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