I looked at Jonathan through the mirror in front of me, straightening my hair. Like we had fallen into a routine, we shared a hotel room whenever we travelled rather than booking two rooms.

"Will that be possible?" I asked. Jonathan had mentioned us going on a tour after the engagement we, or rather, he had been invited to. I was just the tag along.

He nodded, putting on his neck tie, and I admired his strength again. We had arrived early in the morning and while I'd been sleeping off the jet lag, he had gone for a country club meeting, or something, I couldn't really remember. "Sure. I just need to see a few people, show that I was present, and we can leave."

I smiled, glad. Sure, I'd accepted his request to come here with him, but I had taken it as a sort of day off, not one spent in the midst of rich people who only cared about shallow things. A tour would make the day off seem more real.

"Will there be many places open that late, though?" It was almost 6pm and the party hadn't started yet. What time will we leave, and what sights will we be able to see? Those were the thoughts that were going through my head.

Jonathan nodded. "Yes. There are few places that open till late, but they're well worth it."

I picked up a necklace from the vanity and started clasping it. "I'm looking forward to it." I said without thinking, and I met Jonathan's eyes in the mirror. At that moment, the necklace caught on my dress.

I muttered a curse as I tried to release it, but it felt like my attempts were making it worse. I sucked in a breath when my eyes met Jonathan again, he was now right behind me.

"Let me." He said, and I slowly removed my hand. In less than thirty seconds, he had been able to release it from my dress. "Should I help you put it on?" He asked, and I nodded, unable to meet his eyes in the mirror.

He released the necklace and moved backward, and my hand automatically went to the necklace. "Thank you." I said in a tiny voice and he nodded.

I stood up and headed to the bathroom. My face was flushed, and not because of the little makeup I'd used. What was wrong with me? I splashed water on my face, willing the waterproof foundation and mascara I used not to disappoint me. I couldn't go back into the room looking all flushed.

When I came out of the bathroom, Jonathan was waiting close to the door. He glanced at me. "The car is ready for us."

I nodded and followed him to the garage. A car horned at us, and I looked in surprise to see the man we'd seen at Jonathan's father's birthday.

"Hey man, ma'am." He greeted me, and I glanced at Jonathan to see his reaction. His face didn't give anything away.

"Hey." Jonathan greeted back. The man turned off the engine. "You two going somewhere?" He asked, looking at me.

"Yes we are." I responded and smiled politely.

Jonathan grabbed my hand and shifted so we were standing much closer than we'd really ever dared, both willingly and even in the presence of other people. I tried to make the connection with his attitude the first time they had run into each other in my presence, was this man a foe? "We're running late. I'll see you later." Jonathan replied coldly.

The man frowned and waved, looking confused, and I felt myself mirroring his emotion. Jonathan didn't let me go until we both were inside the limo he'd rented for our stay here in the UK.

As soon as the driver that had come with the limo, not that I knew they did that, started the engine. I turned to him. He was already on his phone.

"What was that for?" I asked.

He closed his phone and glanced at him. "I was trying to show him something. I'm sorry. I should have asked for your permission before doing that."

I simply nodded, having no other argument. "It's okay."

He glanced at me and continued what he had been doing on his phone. I let the silence wash over us, both comfortable and uncomfortable with it. I wanted, strangely, for him to regard me rather than always being busy. If it wasn't his phone, it was his laptop. The only time we ever talked was when there was something bothering either of us, and it regarded the other, when we were in the kitchen together or when it concerned Eleni. While I was someone that enjoyed silence and loathed small talk, I really wasn't enjoying this one. I had so many questions. Since he had asked that I follow him here, I'd been really curious about what went through his head.

As if my wandering mind wanted to take over everything that concerned me, I wasn't able to find a comfortable posture even in the overly comfortable limo.

"Are you nervous about something?" He asked as I shifted in my seat once again.

I froze. What could I say? That I was uncomfortable because he would rather be busy on his phone than bare his entire mind to me? Way to sound like a psychopath. I chose an easier problem. "Will Eleni be okay at home alone?" I asked him. It was unhealthy the way I kept on using Eleni when I had something I couldn't talk about in my mind, but I was honestly always worrying about her. Most times, she felt like a child I needed to protect when I thought about her.

Jonathan glanced at me. "She should be. There are bodyguards guarding the entire building? If she wants to go out, she just needs to call someone to go with her. What are you so worried about?"

I shrugged. "I just thought it would have been better if she could have come with us. I don't feel okay that she's alone when her mind is this troubled." It hadn't taken much to know if the restraining order hadn't been approved, she would have given up on life, totally. As it was, even though the judge wasn't really convinced that it was really her husband that was stalking her, Jonathan and my witness had convinced her, thankfully.

"You tried to convince her as well, but her mind was made up. Maybe you need to trust her a little." He responded, and I glanced at him without responding, and he turned his face away.

Trusting her was going to take a big deal from me but so was trusting him. I was sure he had also thought about that. It was funny in a way, the only person that didn't have a problem trusting among three of us was Eleni, albeit a little. Or maybe that was what I wanted to believe.

He turned back to his phone, and I didn't want to take it again. The man needed a break. If that break was going to be from my talking to him, then so be it. "How is the privatization of the company going?"

He glanced at me, looking a little irritated at the distraction, and it pleased me. "Good. I'm making progress."

Before he could leave it to that, I interrupted. "How? Did they take it well?" I asked and he slowly looked at me.

"I'm a little busy right now? Can I respond later?" He asked, still looking at me, and I lowered my gaze, but the rebellion wasn't extinguished.

"You're always busy, and it's a recipe for dying young." I muttered loud enough for him to hear, assured he would ignore me and go back to his work, leaving me feeling stupid.

He didn't.

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