Chapter 6

The breakfast was a lot more awkward. She couldn't handle the piercing gaze of the man sitting in front of her filled with intensity that she was unfamiliar with. 

Less than an hour ago, she was in his arms. Crying and balling her eyes out. But now, Rhys acted like this never happened. His impassive and unbothered expressions bothered her to the extent she forget about the food in front of her. There was a little curiosity inside her. 

Ducking her head her hair curtained her face from his gaze. The food tasted as good as she remembered, the toast with freshly squeezed orange juice with a good portion of fruits. 

She found it quite frustrating to realise he wasn’t as affected as her. Awkwardly bitting at the toast, she glanced at him once again. 

He looked as magnificent as she remembered. Grey eyes—mysterious and unique blend of emotions, while his dark navy suit added four moons to his already authoritative presence. 

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