Chapter 226. New Fears

We stepped out of the pool, and had to move into the glass-walled section of the terrace for lunch as the wind picked up outside with a biting cold.

This lingering weight in my chest was a puzzle, especially as she'd said it was a joke.

Had everyone’s pessimistic warning managed to take root in my mind without my own knowledge?

As I watched her blow the steam from her plate of Goulash, and bring it up to her nose, inhaling and giggling like a little girl, I scolded myself. 

How could I let myself think for even a minute that she was using me too?

 She looked up at me now, evidently surprised at my new quietness, and raised a brow inquiry. 

“You’ve not touched your food,” she said, after a spoonful of her soup. “Is something wrong?”

I sighed, picking up my cutlery and serving myself from the platter of Rakott Krumpli. And right then I realized I couldn't continue piling up the secrets. 

It was as heavy as a chain around my