Chapter 18: The Host

Charles Debrun's POV

"How's work or whatever you do this time of year?" Tony asked me as I was looking at Kiara who was avoiding my gaze. I did not know why she would not look at me as we were eating in the dining room that Tony and Christina were hosting for us.

"Charles?"

"Huh, oh yeah. I did not do anything much. Just got back from Denmark, I dumbed that stupid bitch, Sophia Hansen," I said as I was turning to look at Tony. He was arching his eyebrow at me before he shook his head as he was smiling. I frowned.

"What's so funny?" I asked him as he was sipping on his wine. His light brown eyes were gleaming with mischief. I know he was hiding something from me.

"Come on, I know you. You would not do that gesture if you have something to say to me," I said as I was cutting the salmon that was seasoned to perfection. I don't see any cook so maybe it was either Christina or Tony that did the cooking. It was good.