Chapitre 22: Chapter 22

OLIVER

The early afternoon sun shone through the large expansive windows in Pierce’s kitchen and breakfast nook where Mari liked to have her breakfast glass of orange juice. I never partook in in the event, but I noticed from afar. It seemed to be the one time of day she and Pierce had a moment to talk, and I never wanted to interrupt their time.

It may have been because I was a good man and wanted my cousin to spend time with his fake fiancée, but more than likely I worried I wouldn’t be able to keep my emotions in check that day if I was around the two of them too long. What would Pierce do once he figured out I had feelings for Mari?

My stomach twisted as my eyes scanned the small space and then stepped to the window and looked out at the pool, finding it empty. Mari was not on the first floor of the Kensington estate.