NATALIA
“You need to be more careful,” he murmured softly as if nothing had happened.
I looked at him, simply trying to see if any of what he was doing was genuine, but I couldn’t tell. Suddenly, his expressive eyes became almost dull and unpredictable, but also very familiar. It’s how he looked at me in the past, especially when we had just gotten married: awkward and almost empty.
Tristan carefully let go of me after making sure that I regained my balance. I averted my gaze from him but I could perfectly feel him staring at me.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered as my cheeks burned from embarrassment, “I was just surprised.”
I stood from my seat and said, “I just have to clean up.” I showed him my hands and rushed to the meeting room’s bathroom before he could ask what had happened.
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