Chapter 71: The Trap Is Set
When Diane woke up the next morning, the discomfort in her aching back and between her legs made her grit her teeth a little.
"Why am I like this…?" She muttered to herself while looking in the mirror.
She needed to go to the office, but felt too tired to be walking now.
"I guess, I could take today off?" Diane mumbled again.
The freshly brewed coffee suppressed the air, but Diane barely noticed.
She was by the counter, fingers gripped her mug a little too tightly, her eyes somehow weirdly fixed on the steaming liquid inside.
She could feel Gabriel near her before he even spoke.
"You're unusually quiet," he mused, pouring himself a cup of coffee.
He leaned against the counter, watching her with a smile.
Diane didn't look at him. "I'm always quiet in the morning."
Gabriel chuckled. "No, you're grumpy in the morning. This is different."
'Damn him.'