Chapter 91

I stood there, the charged silence almost crackling with the weight of our unspoken thoughts.

His brown eyes bore into mine, an unspoken question lingering between us. Why had he chosen to unravel the carefully crafted peace I had built around me for the last 5 years?

His sudden appearance felt less like a twist of fate and more like a deliberate disruption, reopening old wounds.

My glare seemed to have little impact; he remained unaffected, almost impervious to my confrontational gaze.

He cleared his throat, a subtle movement that drew my attention. Fingers tracing across his hair, a gesture that held a sense of composure and deliberation. Leaning forward, he addressed me with a calm demeanor that contradicted the turmoil within me.

"Ms. Ivanov, my intention wasn't to stir any misinterpretations. It was perhaps inappropriate to initiate a casual conversation in this manner," he responded, his expression still devoid of any visible emotion, sidestepping my question once again.

Ha. Go