Chapter 16-Evelyn
New York felt different this time. Maybe because I couldn't stop thinking about Paris.
Or because ever since we landed, Paul hadn't been the same.
I expected relief the moment I stepped into our penthouse, but it just wasn't there.
I moved to our room. Paul had already begun to undress—maybe to prepare for work. He hadn't said anything to me all day. Even when I tried to say something to him, he didn’t let me.
I dropped my Chanel purse on my dressing table and turned to face him. As if he knew I was about to talk, he started moving towards the bathroom.
“Paul.” I called out.
His steps halted, he still didn't look at me.
I moved closer to him, reached for his shoulder and turned him to face me.
“What's wrong?” I asked him, bringing down my voice.
He wiped his f
