Allan took a breath as his index finger kept covering Eve's lips to stop asking questions.

"Let me finish my story, Eve. I want you to know the truth and clear up any misunderstandings between us. Do you agree?" Allan said softly.

Eve could only nod. Allan removed his finger from Eve's beautiful lips.

"If you're asking how I know about you, I don't know, just a hunch Eve. A hunch! I deliberately went to Paris to prove my suspicions! I just remembered, that you once told me your father was a furniture maker, sorry before his departure from this world, may he rest in peace now. He was about...