Sarah could hear the silent statement–or rather, point, he was trying to make, but she was not going to indulge. She turned away, signaling the end of the conversation.
Edward, however, had other ideas. "Come on, I'll show you to your new office."
She frowned. "I can find it myself. You don't need to do that. Or you can instruct your assistant to show me the office."
"I insist."
Edward was already up from his seat, and heading for the door. He held the door open, and Sarah reluctantly walked ahead, only for her ankle to betray her again. She swore under her breath as she slowed her pace, her limp becoming more noticeable.
The pain in her ankle was becoming very unbearable.
Edward who was walking behind her saw this. He wondered why she had worn the tiny high heels with
