Chapter 110: The Slutty Fiancée
Ewan’s question invited a tense and uncomfortable silence in the large room that was Fiona’s.
The air felt thick with the weight of unspoken words, and the silence dragged on for more than a full minute, to the surprise of Ewan.
He shifted his weight from his left foot to his right foot, acutely aware of the awkwardness settling in like a dense fog. Noting the bewildered look on Fiona’s face, it was obvious to him that she hadn’t expected him back so soon.
Her hand, spritzing perfume, remained suspended in the air just around her neck, the scent mingling with the tension between them.
"Fiona, I asked a question. Where are you going?" Ewan pressed again, his tone firm but edged with genuine concern.
Fiona stuttered for a bare second, moving her hands again as if searching for the right words but finding none. She turned away, frustration evident, when she couldn’t mutter a coherent response. Finally, she dropped the perfume bottle onto the dresser with a soft thud, the sound echoing in the silent room.
Ewan looked at his wristwatch, noting the time. "This is nine p.m. It’s late already," he stated, trying to convey the gravity of the situation, but it was as if Fiona wasn’t really listening.
For Fiona, remembering the anticipation of what she would stand to gain tonight, shook her head defiantly. "It’s not late. I’m going to meet a friend. It is important to me."
Her lips curled in a slight smile, a mix of excitement and innocence dancing across her expression.