Patricia's POV
After what felt like hours of helpless tension, I ignored him and continued with my meal. He joined me to eat and we ate in silence. I was so hungry it hurt. I was so mad when it finished.
As if on cue, he asked me if I wanted more. I nodded my head shamefully and he smiled at me before taking my plate and leaving the room.
I hate him so much for seeing right through me. With him out of the room, my heart stopped beating overtime and I caught a break. I didn't even realize how tense I was.
My eyes fell on the letter again and just before I could open it up, he waltzed right in again and my stomach did the thing where it leapt for joy. I couldn't decipher if it was because of him or the food. I was so fucked if it turned out to be him.
I ate up and we finally dived into the business of the day.
"Why am I here, Liam? Why did you call me here?"