Abigail's eyes widened in disbelief. As Christopher sat next to her, seemingly unaffected by the tension in the air, a flash of fear danced in her gaze. Her mind raced as she tried to comprehend the ramifications of his blatant appearance. Panic erupted within her.
Her attention darted nervously between Christopher, Lance, and the surrounding restaurant. She couldn't help but feel a surge of anxiety, fearing that Michael would emerge at any moment and forcefully remove Christopher from the premises. The thought of the potential confrontation between them sent shivers down her spine.
She desperately wished she could command Christopher to leave, to spare him from the potential dangers that lay ahead. But she only kept staring at him speechlessly.
Her heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to find her voice. Words eluded her, and she remained rooted to her seat as if she had forgotten about her surroundings.
