Chapter 35

~Charlotte

At home, the air was heavy with unsaid words, the silence thick and oppressive. Adam sat on the couch, a glass of whiskey in hand, while I poured myself a glass of wine, my movements precise and measured.

"So," Adam began, his voice laced with subtlety. "What did you think of Noah?"

I took a sip of my wine, my expression impassive, my gaze distant. "I didn't think much of him," I replied, my tone cool and disinterested. "Just another employee, another face in the crowd."

Liar, my mind screamed. Every fiber of my being was on edge, my nerves frayed like a rope about to snap. But I forced myself to remain calm, to appear disinterested.

Adam watched me, his eyes searching for something he couldn't find. "You seemed...tense at the meeting," he ventured, his voice low.

I let out a humorless chuckle, my lips curving into a mocking smile. "Tense? Me? Whatever gave you that impression?"

Adam leaned forward, his gaze intense. "You know exactly what I mean, Charlotte. You barely spo