Chapter 89

Wayne's silence stretched on, pulling Miranda's nerves taut. She had no way of reading his thoughts from that expressionless face. Now that he knew that she was Miranda, why else would he come storming in like this, if not to settle the score? She clenched her fist. Could he not just get it over with and decide her outcome already? "Why didn't you answer my call?" he asked. "I was scared," Miranda muttered. "I've known for a while that you're Miranda." Her brain short-circuited. He already knew? "Then why didn't you say anything?" "You kept it from me. Why couldn't I do the same?" Wayne answered nonchalantly. She was completely speechless. Fair enough. You could never use a normal mind to fathom what he was thinking. So that was the look in his eyes—that fleeting smile. He hadn't been fooled at all and had just been quietly watching her perform her little act. All that effort she had put in, the lies, and the clumsy cover-ups were just to hide things from him. Especiall