Chapter21:True Or False love

…The table drifted and the flute and mug followed through. The tinkle of glass breaking on the floor made her flinch from Ferguson. “I…I’m a numb heart, “She stuttered, smacking her lips.  He was panting at her face.             “I’m a numb heart,” she wanted to rush the rest of the words but tried to control her nerves. I would be spending most of my time here after work at factory.” She was struggling to catch his green eyes, as though she was pleading with them.             “It’s ok. You can always get the key from the receptionist,” he replied and thoughtfully left his mouth open.             “Can I begin now? I want some rest,” she requested icily.             Ferguson parted and watched her climb into the bed, under the duvet.“The cleaner, please.” He phoned and thought briefly. “And a plate of runny chicken for two.”          Opula was awed at the ease with which he called an English meal that took her months to master. “Sorry about that.”         He hung up and gazed upon her.