"Sam, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you about the charm. I won’t leave again. Please, don’t be mad at me," she pleaded.
She took the initiative to cling to me. With a voice as sweet as honey, she said, "Let's have pasta tonight and maybe a new designer bag …."
Expressionlessly, I shoved her away and told her with a business-like tone, “Please keep your distance during work hours and maintain professionalism.”
It was the same line she used on me before when she insisted on “avoiding suspicion” to the point where we couldn’t even have normal conversations.
The smile on Karen's face froze. She had never thought that her own words would be used against her.
"Come on, Darling. Don’t be like that. I’m back now, aren’t I? Are you still mad? Let’s go get our marriage certificate tomorrow, okay?” she coaxed.
The change in her attitude was too quick and it was not hard to guess the reason.
Karen and Hugo had probably found themselves stranded in the freezing Nordic cold without transportation or any clue about the local language.