Striding over to the mirror, I glanced at myself and suddenly remembered what Irene asked yesterday.
"Are you in a relationship with Mr. Gavin?"
It was more of a statement than a question. Irene witnessed the scene in the kitchen when Gavin suddenly kissed me.
And apart from her, Gavin was also seen kissing me on the beach and most of the time in the central kitchen.
Most of the staff and workers knew him well. What do I expect? He's Gavin Adams after all, a business partner and a relative of the Smith's.
And because I became involved with him, I'm at a loss for words as to how I could explain myself to everyone and deny that I had no romantic involvement with Gavin; they refused to accept that I had no ties to Gavin.
Letting out a sigh, I combed my hair and glanced out
