Chapter 113. Blind

"It's not even dinner time." He said blandly. Doris felt her cheeks heat instantly, she took a step back towards the door.

"Yes, right. I meant for later-of course." Doris looked around for an area to put it so she could leave. "I'll leave it over here-"

"Come here." He said. His words rooted her in place and she hated he had that sort of power over her. He leaned forward n his seat and gestured to the chair next to his own and her feet had no choice but to obey.

She gently placed the plate of cake slices on the table in front of him before she sat. She shifted uncomfortably in her bulky coat. William looked over the slices as if he'd never seen such a dish before.

"Did you already have some?"

"Oh! No, of course not. The nice old man in the kitchen asked for a piece if I used his things." Doris pulled her arms free of her constricting coat. Why did she always feel as if she was about to suffocate in his presence?

William brushed his thumb acr