Chapter 112. Behind Every Question

Silvia POV

“Looking for a place near Charlotte?” Henrry broke his silence suddenly.

I nearly jumped.

The guy had been so quiet during lunch I’d almost forgotten he was there.

Now he was leaning across the table, those intense eyes locked on mine like I was some puzzle he needed to solve.

“Just for the internship, right? Short-term thing?”

“Yeah, nothing permanent.

Six months tops,” I replied, trying to sound casual despite Keal’s sudden alertness inside me.

Henrry gave that slow, calculating nod people do when they’re thinking way more than they’re saying.

Our conversation paused as the server arrived balancing our foodsteaming shawarma wraps that sent my pregnancy-heightened sense of smell into overdrive.

My stomach growled embarrassingly loud, and I practically pounced on my plate.

“Hitting the spot?” Mason chuckled, watching me demolish half my wrap in record time.

I managed a thumbs-up, my mouth too b