CYRILLA'S POV
I should feel over the moon about Hunter’s confession that he wanted me, but I don’t. Not fully. He may want me, but he doesn’t want me enough to trust me with his secrets. And that’s the problem.
Meanwhile, I’m here, trusting him with my life.
I’ve been through so much. I’m done with people who have secrets. They’ve caused me too much pain already. My stance is firm: we can’t be together, nor will there ever be any more intimate moments between us, unless he’s willing to share his secrets with me.
Since then, I’ve done my best to avoid unnecessary interaction. But I still work for him. I still live under his roof. We exchange only what's required—brief, polite pleasantries and work-related talk. Nothing more.
Since the night he confessed his feelings, he’s been perpetua
