Chapter 78

Liliana stood in the living room, looking around for a while but saw no sign of Wilson. Turns out, he'd been sitting on the couch the whole time. One glance at his face told her everything—he already knew. His expression was dark, like a storm cloud about to burst. She quietly set her bag down and sat on the couch beside him. Not too close, though—she was under way too much pressure to even breathe right. Sneaking a peek, she couldn't deny that Wilson's side profile was still stunning. But at that moment, her nerves were through the roof. She was all about reading the room, throwing out a few feelers like she was testing enemy territory. "You're home early today?" she asked, trying to sound casual—though in truth, this was his usual time. Wilson tossed his tablet down. The loud thunk as it hit the table made Liliana jump like she'd been electrocuted. Her first instinct was to bolt out of there like a scared little bunny. "What, should I have come back later? So you could have more alon