Let's hope Berenice wasn't in love with Gustav. After all, she had her fiancé and David wasn't going to give up his guy to anyone. Therefore, he had to find out what Berenice had in mind.
"What Mr. Meiden?" he asked with a shade of hostility.
"He gives the impression of being a good man," she explained.
Ah, that's what she meant. But was it only that? Yeah, he decided to believe her. That's why he said:
"Because he is good. And talented. I'll tell you a second secret. Will you keep it?"
Her eyes lit up with concern. She nodded resolutely.
"Gustav is a popular writer," David conspiratorially lowered his voice. "But he publishes under a pseudonym, so you won't find anything under his name. In addition, my mother is a huge fan of his books."
"Really?" her eyes shone even harder. "Maybe I've read something he wrote?"
"Certainly not. Because, you see, he writes rather... Well, have you perhaps heard of Sigurd Gustavson?"
