"What are you thinking about?" Evangeline asked when she saw Alexander eating silently, lost in his thoughts.
"Well, a hundred ways to keep you tied to my bed?" Alexander raised his brows, and she suppressed the urge to roll her eyes.
So much for asking him to have a small conversation while eating.
"Okay, I am kidding. I am thinking about arranging for the manager for you. After eating, sign the contract so we can proceed ahead with other things.
My secretary, Danish, has selected a few people who are retired and not working because of some scandals or things like that, but their skills are at par with the best in the country.
I would like to assure you that we are not trying to give you damaged goods. If you don't -"
"Don't worry. I trust you," A
Evangeline cut him off mid-sentence, a glint passing through her eyes that she quickly masked while taking another spoon of our pasta.
Alexander looked at her before smirking inwardly.
Trust?
