Chapter Twenty: Does he know?

*Vivienne*

Few hours later, I am dressed in a form fitting ankle length maxi dress with floral patterns which has a fitted bodice and a flowing skirt. I slipped on low heels to complete the look, grabbed my bag and was soon on my way outside.

Mr. Gibbons intercepted me while I was still on the stairs. “Good morning, Ms. Reynolds,” he greeted with a slight bow.

“Good morning, Mr. Gibbons,” I responded. “And please call me, Vivienne. Ms. Reynolds makes me feel like an old maid.”

He smiled and nodded. “I whipped up something in the kitchen in case you're hungry.”

I darted a quick glance over his shoulder in the direction of the kitchen. “I am really sorry but I'm already running late for my doctor's appointment,” I said apologetically.

His face fell and I instantly felt guilty.

“Oh, no problem, Ms. Reynolds,” he muttered with a low voice.

“Have you offered some to Mr. Pryce? I think he is around,” I offered.

Mr. Gibbons gave me an unreadable look and shook his head. “Mr. Pryce is a