In the Master Bedroom.
The glass walls were blocked off by the dark curtains and dim lights reflected on the paintings hanging on the opaque wall.
Angel was long shifted from Maxim's care to Ivy's.
Diana sat on the couch, one leg crossed above the other as she glanced at the man who was sitting opposite to her on the bed.
His shoulders were slightly stiff and his gaze was lowered.
Guilty, was he?
"You lied to me,'' Diana said the first thing that was playing in her head in a loop.
Maxim tilted his head to look at her.
The more nonchalant he looked, the more she wanted to poke him. And provoke him.
God, she was being obsessive over stuff like this. But she wanted to squeeze some expressions out of him. Was it too much to ask for?
''You said this was the house which was on rent. It wasn't. It was the neighbor's place. Is that the reason you didn't let me go there to check when my stuff was misplaced?"
