Her eyes followed him when he moved to the door and returned carrying the tray of food he ordered for breakfast. His explanation seemed valid, and the way he had said them appeared genuine.
Did she believe him?
Her heart did.
Truthfully, Amelia wanted this to be real.
She slightly pinched her skin, feeling the pain, relieved to know she was wide awake. It was not a dream. He came back and did not run away as she initially thought. He was here and was not just her imagination.
"Would you like to join me for breakfast?" Evan asked as he arranged the table before the window with the beautiful view of the city outside.
He almost punched himself in the face when he walked into the room, seeing her all dressed up and ready to leave. The reaction on her face upon seeing him had told him that she was not expecting him to return.
