Chapter 162
Deep in her own thoughts, Michelle didn’t even take notice when the old tavern lady came down and went behind the counter to prepare to open the tavern for guests once again.
But since Michelle was clearly out of it, the tavern lady made sure to be quiet so as not to disturb her.
Michelle only snapped back to reality when she felt a complex gaze on her. It didn’t belong to anyone she had ever met, making her raise a brow. Whose attention did she gain this time?
Turning her attention outside the window, her gaze fell into the tavern’s back courtyard.
A stone table with five stone stools stood in the middle, and three tall poplar trees gave shade to it. By the walls of the courtyard were more poplar trees.
The gaze Michelle felt on her was from one of the three trees near the table. So she lifted her gaze and looked through the silky, cotton-like, white flowers in the tree crown.
But she couldn’t see anyone, even though the leaves, flowers, and branches weren’t growing that densely.
Still, Michelle didn’t move her eyes away. Since she felt the gaze on her, she would stare in that direction until she found the source.
The old tavern lady noticed the change in Michelle—that she was no longer lost in thought—but she still didn’t approach her.
First of all, she didn’t really have a reason to do so, and secondly, she could see that Michelle was preoccupied with something. But she couldn’t tell what it was that was attracting Michelle’s attention.
Standing between the branches of one of the three poplar trees, the man in black stared back at Michelle, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He knew she couldn’t see him, but he still felt like their gazes were constantly meeting.