His question left me somewhat stunned.
He thinks that Mr. Evans has a special interest in me? How on earth is that even possible?
I let out a hiss, followed by a soft chuckle. "Mr. Adams, I believe his remarks were not motivated by the reasons you suggest. His concern seemed to be about his reputation and the hotel's standing. There are no special feelings involved."
He nodded slowly, then followed by a shrug. "Well, you must be right. I'm sorry if I asked you a nonsense question-"
"Very nonsense, indeed."
We both turned right to be met by the cold, stern face of Mr. Evans.
I thought he had already left.
"Mr. Evans," I muttered, and immediately stepped back from Mr. Adams.
"Why are you still here, Miss Dawson?" The coldness in his voice made me anxious.
"I was jus-"
"Leave the ta
