Chapter 185. Not Just a Misunderstanding

Lisa stood before her wardrobe, carefully folding and arranging her clothes into it. The task felt soothing, a momentary escape from the world outside her small room. She had spent the entire morning in a state of quiet, her mind replaying the conversation she had overheard between Sinclair and Hilda earlier. She had hoped it was a misunderstanding, hoped that Sinclair had changed, but deep down, she knew the truth.

The bedroom door opened and interrupted her thoughts. Sinclair entered the room hesitantly. He had the habit of creeping into her room that way. Lisa did not look up a she continued to fold a soft, cream-colored sweater, focusing on the fabric under her fingers.

“Lisa,” Sinclair called out his voice soft and tentative. “Can we talk please?”

Lisa’s stopped moving, her breath in her throat. She closed her eyes for a while, as if trying to get some strength from the very action turning to face him. Her gaze on his was steady and unwavering

“Talk abou