Chapter 102. A Mere Piece of Obsession?

"J-jee?" She tried to feign ignorance. Her hands had turned clammy.

(What?)

"Where is your ring?" He placed the pen on the table, and the tick-tick sound was gone.

She began to fidget with her fingers, unable to produce a response. Her tongue suddenly weighed tons. Her eyes found the table where he had placed that pen. There was his MacBook, some files, papers, and pen holders. It was large and neat. To the left of his laptop was a cup of coffee that he had maybe forgotten to drink as the cup was still untouched, and the coffee appeared to have turned cold as no steam was rising. In the glass of the table, she could see his reflection. His eyes were on her face, yet hers were on the table. Then her eyes moved towards her reflection. Her face, exposed to the broad daylight, as she stood in front of the window. Her face looked pale. Her fingers fidgeting with each other. Above her head, she could see the LED light, and suddenly the reflection of it was distorted as s