Estella’s POV

"You may have your seat." He gestures to the seat opposite him. I quietly sit with my handbag before me.

"Thanks!"

For a minute, the air gets crowned with an awkward silence. At last, he raises his head up and assesses me with guilty eyes. I sense through his glare that he's bothered about what happened three years ago. I can tell that his conscience pricks him at this moment. That's not what I'm here for, tell me the next move.

"Hmmm," he gives a deep sigh. "Thanks for honoring my appointment, I thought you would never come back if I appointed you upon realizing that it's me...