Chapter 6

BRIANNA’S POV

His fork fell and he lowered to pick it up. At that moment, I stole a glance around the room tastefully decorated with a sense of timeless beauty as evident in the ivory-coloured walls and beautiful paintings and artworks that adorned it, hoping and at the same time knowing I won’t see any recorder I suspected him to be hiding somewhere.

Sitting up, his lips spread to a warm, awkward smile as a cover-up for his clumsiness and I faked back a smile. There was ...