“Esme, it’s not what you think.” Marco hurriedly stood and approached me.
I still froze, and when Marco touched my shoulder, I raised my head to stare at him.
“My love, I did nothing. First, I fell asleep since I was too tired, then I saw her when I awoke.”
The young woman turned her body. Then I gasped. “Marco, can you leave your room? I need to speak with Helen alone.”
“You aren’t mad with me, are you?”
I shook my head and smiled. “Of course not.” Then I kissed his cheek. “Please give me time for a few minutes with Helen. I’ll let you know when I have finished talking with her,” I whispered in his ear.
“Are you sure?” Marco gazed at me; his forehead was wrinkled.
I raised my hand to his forehead, then stroked it a little. Marco was relaxed because of my touch. “That’s better.
