CHAPTER 16

He's obviously trying to intimidate me with his weird innuendos, but I won't let him.

I simply don't understand what he has against me, that he always gives me the impression that he knows me more than I do myself.

"Goodnight, Ms. Jones," he smoothly says. "I hope you get to sleep well tonight."

"You, too. But before I go, let me ask you something important, may I?" I ask.

"Go ahead," Liam complies smoothly.

"Do you love my friend?" I ask. Okay, maybe I shouldn't have asked such a personal question. I regret as soon as I do. It's not my place after all, right? But I'm very curious of his intentions.

"What did you say?" He frowns, and even seems disturbed, which makes me squint my eyes in confusion.

He sounds . . . displeased? I fail to gather with precision.

"Maybe the word love is a bit too much. Let's say . . .