Chapter 54

Freya sat face to face with Desmond in a fancy restaurant, chewing her food reluctantly as she stared hard at him for an unnerving amount of seconds, scrutinizing him as if placing a laboratory specimen under observation.

Desmond, who was “engrossed” in his meal, gave a slight smile as he devoured his chicken, chewing in a way which anyone would term as “adorable” or “endearing”. His expression and demeanor would never give someone, who had never had an encounter with him, the impression that he was indeed a terrible person. He looked entirely innocent and friendly with Freya.

“What's wrong, Freya? You don't like the food?” He asked with a concerned expression on his face.

“I do. I just love to chew my food slowly”, she said slowly, a feigned smile on her face.

“Sure. That's very ladylike. So typical of you to observe good table manners”, he said in a gentle calm voice and a warm smile.

Freya's brows furrowed in a slight frown as she regarded him, refraining herself from cringing in s