I DON'T WANT YOU, MR BILLIONAIRE
Please Let Me Go
Lisa's Pov
I fidgeted with my napkin, my eyes scanning the bustling cafe. Why had James insisted on meeting here, in such a public place? I knew Damian was on a flight right now, but I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease.
"James, why did you want to meet at an open cafe?" I asked, trying to keep my voice low.
James smiled, his eyes glinting behind his glasses. "Why are you getting worked up, Lisa?" he asked, his tone mocking. "Thought you said Mr. Perfect Husband has traveled?"