Liam's POV
She had different looks in her eyes. But I could hold onto one. Which was that she was hoping that her theory was not true.
“Who are you talking about?” I decided to play dumb and I dipped my hands into my joggers pockets.
“The photographer. From the last shoot you had.” She replied. I had a feeling she knew that I knew the person she was talking about.
“What happened to him?” I asked and I could see the frustration that was growing in her eyes and her voice was a little bit hasty too.
“I guess you must have heard. But if you didn't, let me give you a rundown. So, by one kind of chance or luck, this man after what happened between us that day, the following day, he had his face bashed in, beaten to a pulp and he had to confess to the things he'd done. Which was a littl
