Alvera did not move. She glanced at the wound on his forehead, then to the lunch box in his hand, and frowned.
...
Antoine stepped forward and said, "Where are we going to eat? My office? Or the rooftop? Or we could go out and find a park?"
It was quiet all around. Alvera could tell, without needing to guess, that her colleagues were watching them for gossip.
No wonder Roland was so worried that she would cheat on him.
This was why.
Even if she did not lead him on, she could not guarantee that he would not come to her.
"Alvera, I brought all your favourite food. Hurry up and choose a place. I'm hungry."
She didn't make a sound or move.
Antoine stepped forward, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her out of the office.
"Never mind, it'll be dinner time by the time you decide. I'll choos
