"I'm guessing that you already found out…" Gael drawled. He made himself comfortable on the sofa with his arms spread out on the backrest—he even had his feet up on the coffee table like this was his territory, and Angela was the unwanted guest who invaded his place.
She scanned the length of his body, her brows knitted together, and the frown on her face worsened the more she looked at him. She watched as he noticed the papers that scattered across the table where his feet were. He picked some of them up and started skimming over them. She was horrified at his actions seeing that he was reading what she wrote last night. He was probably disturbed by what he read on her drafts when she saw his brows slightly furrow as his eyes were fixed on one paper.
