Chapter 195

Haper's POV

I keep eating like everything is fine, but Mason keeps looking at me the way people look at toddlers when they say they didn’t eat the cookie… with chocolate still smeared on their faces. He doesn’t say anything at first, but his silence is louder than words. I'm anxious, I feel like I'm about to be put on the spot and I don't think I'll like what he asks. I try to smile sweetly at him, but my stomach twists. I've done something, right? He's watching me in a way that say he knows something I don't know, or maybe he's just watching me and I'm paranoid? No,  I'm not paranoid, he's watching me, he knows something, or he's about to tell me something big, maybe I'm just paranoid? 

Eventually, he leans his elbow on the table and cocks his head at me.

“So you had breakfast, baby girl?” he asks, casual as anything. That's all? I was