The doors clicked shut behind Chase, leaving a silence so intense in a way that was suffocating for Giselle. Richard didn't move immediately. He walked back to his study desk, and sat down. He leaned back, his eyes narrowing as he studied Giselle’s face.
"I have a very good memory for faces, Giselle," Richard said slowly. The vibration of his voice made her stomach flip. "But I’m struggling here. I feel like I’ve seen you before. I just can’t place where."
Giselle forced a dry cough, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. "I highly doubt that, Sir. I’ve never been to London, and you’ve never been here; at least once since I married Chase. We are definitely meeting for the first time today."
Richard tilted his head, his gaze never wavering. "It’s awkward. I feel it str
