Who was your first wife?

I tried to act normal. I swear, I tried.

I kept my entire focus on Gordon throughout dinner and pretended to listen to half of the things he said without actually doing that.

However, none of it was able to keep me from thinking about a certain young man, whose glares bored holes in my back, making it difficult for me to concentrate at all. It took all my willpower not to flip in front of Gordon because of how intense his stare was.

“Are you okay?” Gordon asked in a concerned tone, giving me a look as if he were half expecting me to flip.

“Mm.”

“But you don't look okay. That absent-minded look you always have whenever you are deep in thought is present on your face.” He furrowed his brows, “are you certain that you are okay?”

“Of course, I am,” I smiled at him, trying to look less suspicious, so I could get him off my back.

He looked as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't do that. He only shrugged before he concentrated on the drama playing on the TV.

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