Chapter 31

"Go on," Chandler stepped out of her way. "He's in the meeting room." Abigail immediately quickened her pace, hurrying past him. Chandler's gaze stayed locked on her the entire time, meaningful and deliberate. Abigail kept her eyes straight ahead, looking very much like someone fleeing in panic. Chandler watched her disappear down the corridor, a slow smile spreading across his face. This was getting more and more interesting. Abigail could clearly feel Chandler's gaze clinging to her like a shadow, coiling around her like a venomous snake. Only after she entered the meeting room and shut the door did that suffocating sensation finally dissipate. She was drenched in sweat. She didn't dare imagine what might have happened if she had run into Chandler somewhere secluded, with no one around. A wave of lingering fear washed over her. To Abigail, Chandler was a devil incarnate. After all, he knew her most shameful secret that could never be brought into the light. "Abigail?" Jeffrey'