"Is it Yves?" He jerked his head towards the balcony.
I only nodded, hearing the thump of my heart getting louder. He walked near it, and I followed him. First reason, because I don't want him to think I'm guilty. The second reason is, well... I don't want him checking the balcony.
"He's here?" he added to his first question. I nodded again. "I thought he'd stay with his son." He casually scanned the room. I felt a little ease knowing how Yves’s presence here doesn’t look like a big deal to him.
Nothing really happens. He sees nothing actually. I’m just guilty about everything that even small things made me feel uncomfortable and uneasy
"I could hire a team to renovate this room if you want. You can tell them the design you want for this room," he suggested as he finished looking aro
