Chapter 92
Chapter 92
The night of my fake birthday grew deeper.
I tapped my glass repeatedly, flicking it lightly with my finger.
Gilda’s singing was excellent. Her clear voice soared effortlessly. Perhaps thanks to her gentle melody, the gang members drank more quietly than before.
Giselle asked if Grace was my lover.
I hesitated before answering. Of course, it wasn’t because Grace was actually my lover.
But calling Grace my lover... it seemed like it would help me keep some distance from Giselle.
"Grace is my..."
I spoke while watching Giselle. She was running her fingertip along the rim of her glass. Her fingers looked strangely sorrowful.
"...one of my business partners."
In that brief moment, I changed my mind. If Giselle was determined to ask, she would see right through a lie. It could unnecessarily complicate things.
"For just a business partner, you seem pretty close, don’t you?"