74: Suppressed Thoughts

Fenella’s POV During the ride, I remained silent without saying anything. Laird also seemed reluctant to bring up the issue from earlier. Slowly, Laird cleared his throat after a few glances at my face. "So, what really happened earlier?" he asked from behind the wheel. I was still hesitant to answer and chose to stay quiet. My fingers intertwined, and I squeezed my hands anxiously. Honestly, I was afraid to talk to him about this. What if this was a sensitive topic for him? What if he felt his masculinity was challenged? Various anxious questions raced through my mind. "Fenella?" Laird urged me again to speak. After taking a deep breath, I finally responded. My hands ran through my long hair again, and I cleared my throat lightly. "Is Rebecca really your boss?" I asked. "Actually, in the law firm, there is no boss. She's a junior partner in charge of me, sort of like a mentor," he replied briefly. Damn! This was all real! Rebecca was his mentor! "Has she ever said or asked anything th