Page 50 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

First noticing details, then suddenly having a favourite outfit? Perhaps this whole occurrence was getting to me. Ariana, this facade, and everything.

She cleared her throat, “Would that be all, sir?”

“No.” I instantly pressed my lips into a thin line. I didn’t know why I said that. There was nothing else to say to her.

My eyes lingered on her foot, before bringing them back to her eyes.

“Your foot,” I adjusted the wrist of my suit. “What happened to it?”

Surprise flashed on her face. A second later, it was gone.

“Nothing serious, sir.” She looked like she was holding back more. She always looked like she was holding back more.

It briefly made me wonder what she thought of me.

“Take a seat.” I hadn’t intended for it to be a command. But she complied. Her movements were tentative, but she did it regardless.

Her gaze remained trained on the table. And I watched some loose tendrils play at the edge of her face.

Attempting to avoid the uncomfortable silence for her, I asked again. “What happened to your foot, Miss Walker?” I heard her swallow thickly.

“I believe I have given you an answer, sir.” Her response was curt.

Ah, there’s the smart mouth. Still, she refused to look at me. I suddenly didn’t like that.

“Did it have anything to do with your trip yesterday?” her eyes widened. I raised an eyebrow quizzically. Had she expected me not to know what went on in my house?

She had gone out with Sarah. Fred had given me that much information as I’d asked him to tail her.

I knew she had every right to do what she wanted. But I simply needed to know what my ‘fiancée’ was up to.

Not like I didn’t trust her. I simply wanted to satisfy my curiosity.

Silence met my question. She shifted nervously in the seat. Then she whispered, “Something like that.”

I decided not to probe further. I was supposed to send her back to her office. And focus on other important issues.

The look in her eyes told me she expected so too. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of fulfilling her wishes.

Yes, that’s what this was. A punishment.

“How’s the girl’s case going?”

She glanced at me like I’d grown two heads. I felt like I had too.

“What girl?”

I’m sure she knew exactly what girl. Her expressions that day still lingered in a corner of my mind. But I had to deny her to test her true abilities.

True, her academic records were impeccable. But how could that help her in practical situations?

“The Pro Bono.” Just like I expected, anger flashed through her orbs.

“Fine. I’m working on getting evidence from other sources.”

“And what are the sources?”

“Friends.”

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