Then I turned to Cassian, making sure everyone could hear me.
“Mr. Reed, even though my wife was holding you that day to comfort you, I heard you were really scared.”
“So tonight, let’s not trouble you. I’ll handle everything myself. Please, enjoy your dinner.”
The crowd around us began whispering, their voices growing louder.
“What does that mean? Mr. Raye fell off the cliff because President Monroe was busy hugging another man? But isn’t she supposed to be allergic to men?”
“Her husband was the one about to fall, and that other man was perfectly fine; what was there to be afraid of? Why did he need her to hold him? What’s going on between them?”
“It’s obvious, isn’t it? Their clothes even match, the same designer, same color. That man’s clearly more than just a coworker!”
Cassian’s face turned pale as paper, and I caught a flicker of surprise in Isla’s eyes.
Yes, I knew sign language too, though she had never cared enough to learn anything about me.
I looked away, gave a polite nod to the guests, and turned to leave. Just as I stepped out of the hotel entrance, someone blocked my way.
“Landon, do you even know what you’ve done?!”