CHAPTER THREE By the time I got home, I was shaking but halted when I saw the car Donovan takes to work parked by the car park. I instantly fixed myself. My hair, my dress, everything that felt out of place. Then I entered casually as though I was returning from a professional meeting.He was by the dining table when I walked in. Maria, the cook, was setting the table.His gaze slid to me when he heard my footsteps. A smile appeared on his face. “Hey, my dear. How are you? How was your day?”I managed a smile. “It was fine. Yours?”“Stressful. Managing a company has never been easy.”I nodded.“Come,” he tapped the chair beside him, “come sit, let’s eat. Maria made dinner.”I sat gently, pretending to be interested.Creamy truffle pasta with grilled chicken, creamy mushroom soup, strawberry cheesecake, and champagne all set on the table, and my stomach still twisted, not in hunger but in anxiety.I didn’t know where to start from with the letters. I last saw them eight years ago.I m
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