Claire looked at Vladimir intimately. She can feel something in the way he is looking at her.
Love? But, why? How? When?
Lots of questions kept on popping in her head. She can't just ask him those things. Because she knows the reason. He doesn't love her. He loves Grace, and that's the reason why she was at their wedding yesterday, to make her feel jealous.
But why is he looking at me like this?
Vladimir moved and propped himself up on one arm, looking down at her. While she is still lying down on the bed.
“Last night…” he began, his voice trailing off as though searching for the right words.
“I know things between us have been complicated, but I meant everything I said. I never wanted to make you feel like you were second to anyone.” Vladimir uttered, as if he sensed what she was
