Grégoire’s own heart was broken a thousand pieces. Dallie’s words hurt him more than he could imagine and had experienced before. He could only stare at her and watch her rise from her seat and leave the dining room. He wanted to chase her, pin her to the wall, and kiss her until they were both breathless. But then, he knew he had to hold back and think about what he had to do next.
One thing he knew was that he had to talk to the old man. Unfortunately, the latter wasn’t there.
Grégoire balled his hands into fists. He believed his grandfather must have done this deliberately to “punish” him or something.
‘Wait ‘til I see you again, Grandpa,’ he promised himself.
Some twenty minutes later, Dallie came downstairs again, wearing a pair of fitted jeans, sleeveless blouse, and sandals. Alt
