(Dorian’s POV)
I don't know what to say. How to make this better.
Usually, I'm good at reading people, knowing what they need. It's why I'm successful. Why people trust me to handle their investments, their businesses.
But with Grace, I'm fumbling, second-guessing every word before it leaves my mouth.
I don’t know why. It’s as if a wall suddenly sprung up between us, keeping me at arms length. I’m powerless to bring it down, not knowing what caused it.
She avoids my gaze during the whole ride to the mansion, not once looking up, not once acknowledging my presence.
Is she doing it on purpose? Is this her way of drawing a line with me? That thought doesn’t settle well with me.
Not knowing what might tick her off makes it even harder to strike a conversation.
I open my mouth, wanting
