Chapter 22 An Island Vacation

Amara Villafuerte POV

Something is troubling Manfred. I can tell by the way he keeps smiling at me. It’s not like him, and it’s not convincing at all. I take the sparkling water from the stewardess on his private jet and smile at her awkwardly while Manfred fixes the safety belt across my lap like I’m a child. “I am capable of doing that myself you know,” I remind him. “I know, but if I do it, I can be assured that it’s safe. He presses a kiss on my cheek and taps my tummy before looking up at the stewardess.

“That will be all,” he dismisses her, taking my hand in his and looking out of the tiny window beside me. “You never mentioned having a jet, or an island.” I try to strike up a conversation in the hope that it might ease his tension, “I don’t visit it often.”

His lip curls like he has a nasty taste in his mouth. “My father has an island too…but you already knew that, huh?” I look out the same window and inwardly curse myself when I realize I’m not helping the situation at all.