Chapter 134: A Game of Lies and Truths
(Samuel's POV)
I sighed, shaking my head before pulling the chair back and gesturing lazily.
"Alright, sit. I also don't have any case to do, so let's see what lies you have to feed me today."
Abigail hesitated for a fraction of a second before sitting down.
She straightened her coat, trying to mask her nervousness, but I had known her far too long.
Her hands were clasped together—tightly. Her jaw, slightly clenched.
She wasn't here to win an argument.
She was here to convince herself she still had power over me.
Too bad for her—that ship had sailed.
I took a slow sip of my espresso, watching her over the rim of my cup. "So? Let's hear it. What's the excuse this time?"
She exhaled, tapping her nails lightly against the table. "Samuel... do you really hate me this much?"