And try to make conversation.
"How was work?"
"Fine."
"And the Rosario contract?"
"Okay."
"How is everything coming with the new hotel?"
"Great."
His one-word response causes tears to spring up in my eyes. A lump forming in the back of my throat, I try to continue the dinner in silence but it's more than I can bear. I push my chair back and get up to take my plate to the kitchen. He makes no move to acknowledge me leaving him.
In the kitchen, the tears trickle down my cheeks. Okay, may I have been thoughtless in leaving the office today with the bodyguard? He doesn't have to shut me out like this. I'd have preferred him ranting and railing at me but this quietly seething Axel isn't someone I know how to read.