Roman picked his napkin up and dabbed his mouth.
Was this the game they were playing? He had expected those words at some point, but he knew why she was saying them now.
This was how his little Evelyn thought she would get out of her contract.
“Is that so?” he asked, and then sipped his wine.
“And that’s it? You don’t have anything to say to me?”
What could he say? Only weeks ago, he’d struggled with the idea of letting her go once she voiced what was so apparent in her eyes every time he visited her. But now? She had given him a reason to ignore her words the moment she had tried to run away from him.
He supposed he could be thankful for that now, even though she had caused him a lot of inconveniences when he had to find her and follow her. If she hadn’t done that, he wouldn’t hav
