I felt a slight squeeze in my chest, but I ignored it.
“Yes, Arthur,” Sylvie spoke this time.
“It matters.” She added calmly.
This time, I slowly lifted my gaze from the sandwich and looked at them sitting on the other side of the table.
“I remember that you said that the Ashford girl would be the last woman with whom you would engage, and yes, this is a miracle that she is still alive.” She continued calmly, glancing in my direction from time to time.
There was nothing in her gaze.
No mockery
No disdain
But I felt a provocation.
“Miracle,” Arthur spoke this word in a deliberately slow pace.
I should have lowered my gaze like I always did in the past to avoid provoking people by eye contact, but I didn’t.
I have never been this reckless, but I couldn’t lower my eyes.
“With a ta
