“You can continue working here after dinner,” he explained with a clumsy excuse. “I’ve already ordered food.”
“I accept your offer,” I replied naturally. “After all, you gave me a generous deposit.”
He hummed softly and closed the front door. “Your clothes are wet.”
“It’s fine.” I glanced at the fading water stain on my shirt, unconcerned.
Elliott silently brought me a faded dress. I could see his efforts to make me stay, and I couldn’t bring myself to refuse again.
When I came out of the bathroom, the living room table was laden with food.
Elliott walked over with several bottles of whiskey, his gaze seemingly piercing through me to some distant past.
“Doesn’t this dress look familiar?” he asked, sitting opposite me and placing the beef bourguignon on my plate.
I studied the dress
