Chapter 41

Irina 

I gawked at Alonzo's hand which was tightly intertwined with my fingers. My palm is sweating already. I wanted him to let go of my hand, but I didn't have the heart to tell him that. I kept my mouth shut and eyed the window. 

"Please don't ask me to let go of your hand, Irina," he said which brought my attention to him. 

His eyes were closed. It was closed too when I was gazing at our hands. I had no idea why he knew that I was contemplating asking him to free me even just for a second. 

"OK, but can you let me wipe the sweat from my palm? It's making me uncomfortable already," I said with a pouted lip. Alonzo loosened his hold of me. I pulled my hand away from his and his lap, but he was faster to rein it in his fingers again. 

"I'll wipe it for you," he said. I watched him amusedly as he used his coat to pat my palm dry after he couldn't find a handkerchief or even a tissue. 

"There, are you good now? Can I keep