FRANCESCA's POV
I gulped at the total look of hate and fury in his eyes. He meant every word about making the thief pay and I wondered what exactly he would do if he knew I was the one who had stolen the book and I had given it to his enemy.
“I am sorry, I did not mean to yell” He interrupted my rapid thoughts.
“It is nothing; I definitely caught you at a bad time” I muttered, turning around.
“Would you like to have breakfast with me, Francesca… not here. We could go out to some restaurant and have anything you like” He asked
I could feel the bile of betrayal rise in my throat at his words, forcing it down so he could not see that the only thing I wanted to do was confess and beg for his f*****g forgiveness.
If he knew my reasons then maybe he would understand how important it is to
