Chapitre 46: 46. Black eyes

Now, my dress pockets bulged really quite a bit. While a lighter was easily hidden, a few ounces of gold was not.

When Thomas came back, and dismissed gold and burgundy, his eyes fell on my not-so-hidden treasures. But he didn't mention them.

I was unsure how to behave, even if he really had believed me to be their daughter, it wouldn't change anything and suddenly make him a good guy. The question was whether I had angered him, and if yes, what the consequences for that were.

"I'm sorry. I don't know this couple, please don't help them." I preventively apologized and touched my bulging pockets to calm my nerves.

"As you wish." Thomas looked down on me, and it seemed that this topic was over. 

That easy? So he was really functioning normally as long as I behaved docile?