Every time their eyes met, he'd frown.
Why? What did she do wrong? She was the one who had nearly been harmed, not him. If anyone should be offended, it should be her. Why was he looking at her like her very presence was unwanted?
She wanted to stomp her feet… or yell at him. Anything to get his undivided attention.
But all of that seemed too childish for a woman her age to consider.
Andon paid her attention, but it was not enough.
She spent most of the ride hoping that he would join one of their topics.
Until he had the nerve to dose off.
Claire doubted he was sleeping, but the peaceful way his chest heaved told her otherwise.
Andon fell silent as well in order not to disturb him.
She tried sleeping but couldn't. All she could do was stare at anything that wasn't him. Except that her eyes kept straying to his direction of their own accord.
He looked so…so much younger and handsome. His lips were slightly parted, his hands crossed over his abdomen, his legs braced apart.
