Anna watched the waiter pour William a glass of wine, but her attention was divided. His dark brown eyes hadn't left her for a second—intense, unblinking, drilling into her like he was trying to read her mind.
As soon as the waiter finished arranging their table and stepped away with a polite nod, William leaned forward slightly, ready to speak. But Anna beat him to it.
"What are you doing here?" she asked in a quiet yet firm voice.
William arched a brow, surprised by her tone. "I should be asking you the same thing."
"I came... to have lunch," Anna replied, her mind scrambling for a convincing excuse. "I got tired of eating at the mansion, and it's been a while since I last dined here... I missed the atmosphere."
