Chapter 110: Perfection

“You seem happier at the reception than you are now.” Oliver pointed this out as we drove silently for more than five minutes.

I turned to him and noticed his curious blue eyes flickering carefully over me. I sighed, and my eyes dropped. “I thought I saw Cecil as we were leaving the reception. She was among the well-wishers waving us off, except she looked angry and held menace in her expression; she was there.” I revealed it to him.

He took my hand into his and, bringing it to his mouth, kissed it but remained silent.

I didn’t like that very much. He had asked what the problem was and then chose silence after learning about it. “You do not believe me, do you?” I asked.

“Cecil is in prison serving the sentence for what she did, and she will not be coming out anytime soon.” He replied.

That's true; I knew her sentence, but “I know what I saw.” I murmured, but he heard me and smiled.

His head turned, and his soft eyes rested on me. “You shouldn’t give her the power to ruin this importan