Chapter 147. Freeze!

Natalya POV

*GRANDE ESTATE*

After the maids serve dinner, I sit across from Hermes and watch him cut his steak in silence. He doesn’t look at me, doesn’t speak — just moves the knife and fork with that same calm precision he’s always had.

I can’t tell if he remembers anything. The way he sits there, so composed, it’s impossible to know what’s behind those cold brooding eyes. Does he remember this morning? Does he remember her?

I pray he hasn’t told June about his condition. That would ruin everything.

“Is the steak good?” I ask, forcing warmth into my voice, my lips curving into something that feels like a smile but isn’t.

He nods once, then — to my surprise — slides his own plate across to me, taking mine in exchange.

My hand freezes halfway to my fork. He’s never done that before. Not even when we were still… something.

For a fleeting second, I wonder if he thinks I’m her. Maybe he’s confusing faces now, or maybe this is how s