Janet turned her face away and didn't answer his question. Silence settled over the car.
Charles glanced at her profile—elegant, yet tinged with a pale, almost sickly fragility—and to his surprise, a flicker of sympathy passed through him.
All the way to the company, neither of them spoke a word.
Perhaps Janet didn't want to face him now, not with the weight of their new reality between them.
Or maybe Charles still hadn't figured out how he was supposed to deal with her.
"I'll get off here."
When they were still a short distance from the office building, Janet suddenly spoke up.
Even at work, she didn't want to invite gossip—especially now, knowing there was something unspoken tying her to him.
It made it all feel suffocating.
Charles didn't respond, but he did slow the car, pulling over to the side of the road.
Before the vehicle had even come to a full stop, Janet had already opened the door and stepped out in a hurry.
