Noreen sighed. For some reason, she felt suffocated. She didn't want to lie, but she was also afraid of the repercussions of telling the truth.
What was clear was that she was certain Thiery shouldn't know about Jonathan. At least, not now, because Noreen didn't know who he really was.
This wasn't just about Thiery's family name, his wealth, his reputation, but more than that: his personality, his thoughts, his feelings. He was a stranger to Noreen, even though that estrangement had ultimately produced a child named Jonathan. But Thiery didn't know that.
"Have you been together long?" Thiery asked again. Although he tried to remain calm, the leather chair beside his thigh was starting to peel from the digging of his nails.
"About five years," Noreen replied. "We haven't had time toget
