Chloe Verdier was not the type of woman who could live under the pretense of loving someone she didn’t, regardless of the situation.
At present, she wrestled to secure the clasp of her pendant. Rubbing his eyes, Damien stepped in, a soft sigh slipping from his lips as he took over the delicate task. “Why not simply stow it in your bag?” he asked.
“Because… it might be lost if my belongings are misplaced. It’s only sensible to keep the most precious object on my person,” she replied, shrugging as if to challenge why he would ask something so obvious.
Damien swallowed dryly as he looked at Chloe, who, in his eyes, seemed to have lied with such ease. He felt an overwhelming urge to reprimand her. Of course, he intended to do so subtly.
“Let me go,” Chloe said, gently nudging him away as he tipped his head to plant a kiss on her shoulder.
A feigned cough filtered to them through the door, followed by the voice of Laurent Taylor. “We must set off now.”
