CHAPTER 17 “Drawing A Line.”
Amelia Rose Smith.
I could very much feel his gaze on me, but I refused to spare him a glance. Rather, I focused my gaze on the streets we are passing by, mentally very much aware that I have not given him an address and I do not plan on giving him one—at least, not the real one. I do not trust this man enough to figure out how his mind works, and I do not want to know.
“You were working way too late,” His voice suddenly came, breaking the silence between us. “On your first day for that matter.”
I can still feel his gaze on me, and when I replied, I did not turn around to spare him a glance. “Is that not a good thing?” I muttered, not having the strength to have any long conversation with him. The only thing I am willing to spend my strength on is the case
