Mark lay down on the sofa, his eyes locked onto the ceiling. It was already past midnight. Though he was exhausted after everything he had gone through since the previous night, sleep never came to him.
"I would say it is disappointment."
Lara's voice rang in his head for the umpteenth time. The impact those six words left on him was much worse than anything she could've said at that moment.
His mind had been in a daze ever since he heard her say them. What little appetite he had vanished and he had to force the meal down, not even enjoying the fat man's cooking. Once he was done, the maid inquired if he needed anything else then asked for permission to spend the night somewhere else.
