“Why don't you guess?” He smirked, raising an eyebrow at me. “I perceive you want to know why I'm helping you instead of doing the right thing by reporting?” He crossed his legs, still beaming.
His expression made me wonder if he loved smiling or used that to cover up his genuine mood. Like the murderous glare he had when he spoke of my stepfather getting together with my mum?
“You alone know why you did that.” I turned to fill another mug with tea, expecting Gervais to be down in a few. I didn't bother adding another paste because I had yet to know what the man wanted with me.
“Not adding another paste, are we? Don't you think it will prolong the effectiveness of the flowers?” He rose from the stool and approached me.
“I didn't feel it was necessary.” I tried not to react when he
