She suddenly lost all interest in the glass of water she was holding.
“I’m heading to the office,” she said.
“I’ll drive you,” Oliver offered.
“No, I’ll drive myself,” Patricia replied, not even looking at him.
Drive herself? Oliver frowned and followed her to the door. “Didn’t I arrange for a driver?”
“I can’t afford one,” she said.
The elevator doors slid open just as Oliver reached out and grabbed her arm. “Patricia,” he said, his voice low.
Inside the elevator, their upstairs neighbor appeared, making Oliver swallow whatever he was about to say. Every part of his upbringing told him to keep private matters behind closed doors. He didn’t let go of Patricia’s arm.
The neighbor glanced at them, puzzled. “You two coming in?”
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