AGNES POV.

The look on his face is displeased and I can tell it has to Do With work since the call just came from Derek.

"You can go ahead I'll go sort whatever you have to" I day to him knowing he has lots to take care of right now.

"I made out this time for you Agnes… I have to go through with it to the end" the says, dragging on the fact.

"It's okay, but are you sure?..." I ask, trying to push on the fact.

"No complaints Agnes, it's a quick dinner and I'll be out of your hair" he says, reading through my mind immediately...