A couple of minutes later, Vivian was sitting in the back of a car with Marcus. Her posture was straight and her fists clenched.
To Vivian, the atmosphere in the car felt stiff and oppressive. She sneaked a glance at Marcus before taking her gaze back to the car window. She had not asked Marcus where they were going to eat, but based on the direction that the car was moving in, she could guess that they were currently on their way to Ceaser’s.
Vivian’s mind was blank, she found herself sneaking glances at Marcus, her eyes taking in his handsome and sharp features. His eyes were impassive, his gaze straight, to the average eye, Marcus was showing no emotion. But Vivian had been with him enough now that she could spot the cracks in his facade, just like her. He was a little nervous about
