Hearing the indifference in my voice, his brows furrowed, "Didn't you always want to go to Bali?"
I had wanted to, wanted to go with the person I loved to witness its romance. But now, there was no need.
Besides, I could go wherever I wanted by myself. Before I could respond, the sound of a key turning the lock interrupted us.
Startled, I looked toward the door to see Louise, his secretary, standing there in a short, tight skirt, smiling sweetly at us, "Felicia, sorry to intrude. I saw that Mr. Angelo was running late, so I came to pick him up. You don't mind, right?"
My eyes fell on the key in her hand. It was the only spare key to our home.
I asked him, "Troy, you gave her the key?"
A hint of unease flashed across his face as he casually explained, "Louise is my secretary. Last time I left some documents at home and it was inconvenient for her to retrieve them, so I gave her a key. It's not a big deal, Felicia. We'll talk when I get back."
He shot Louise a look and the two of them left one after the other.
I chuckled bitterly to myself. I used to think his interest in her was just a fleeting attraction to her youth and beauty. But now, it seemed he was serious about her.