Emilia’s breath was hitched right in the middle of her throat, as she saw Henry sitting right in front of her, with a very daunting look right over his face.
She gulped hard, even though, any of the drink that she had taken out of the glass, she had spit back and her mouth was practically empty.
She was scared to her soul, knowing and remembering very well what she had done, the last time she had seen Henry and feared that the man was on to her and had found out about her little trick that she pulled on him, pried upon the information that he had received from the model in that hotel room.
Her heart was beating rapidly inside her chest and she feared that Henry was aware of everything that she had done to harm him.
“What… what are you…?”
She fumbled, looking around at the restaurant a
