"Which Uncle?"
"Uncle Marlowe."
Harry glanced at me.
"Marlowe, love?" he asked to confirm.
"Yes." I nodded with a smile. I must remain calm. Can't be nervous, can't act awkwardly so he doesn't get suspicious. After all, there's nothing going on.
My mistake was just not being straightforward and secretly meeting another man. Even though it wasn't for anything f*******n.
His expression turned somber, his cheerfulness vanished instantly. Unexpected. I thought he would get angry with a flushed face. But instead, he looked sad, disappointed, or hurt. It made me uncomfortable.
"Did you go with him, Sapphire?" He asked softly and flatly.
"Met him there, Harry."
"Met or arranged to meet?"
"Mmm ...."
"Why didn't you mention earlier that you were there with him?"
"Mmm ...."
"Papa!"
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