Celia
“I–I don’t think I should.” I stuttered as my cheeks turned red. Taking coffee to Shane was the last thing I wanted to do at that moment.
“Come on, Celia. Help me out here. I have to wash the dishes.” Ingrid said, packing our used dishes into the sink.
I instantly shot up from my seat. “I’ll do the dishes. You can take the coffee to him.” I answered. I was willing to do anything as long as I didn’t have to see Shane.
Ingrid gave me a soft smile before handing me the coffee. “Come on, take this to your husband. I’m sure he would rather see your face than mine.”
That was far from the truth and I knew it all too well. I was definitely the last person Shane wanted to see.
I stared at the coffee, my expression growing distressed and Ingrid raised a brow, nudging me to take the cup
