Amelia walked alongside Ethan through the silent hallways, feeling his hand resting gently on her waist.
Although light, the touch sent little shivers up her spine, and she had to bite her lower lip to keep her emotions in check.
She remained silent, trying with all her might to forget what had happened the night before.
Still, from time to time, her eyes failed to obey her. She cast furtive glances at Ethan out of the corner of her eye, and with each attempt, her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red.
When they reached his office, the two of them went inside.
The room was spacious, much larger and far more luxurious than her office in the Blue Tower, with dark wooden shelves lining the walls and a faint scent of old leather lingering in the air.
Ethan walked over to the sofa, picked up a bottle of Green Fairy wine that was waiting on a small side table, and placed it on the office's central desk.
Without rushing, he poured two glasses—one for himself and one for Amelia.
