CHAPTER 141 Now who's the dummy?
Lorenzo's POV
"What have you got there?"
"I thought you might want some chamomile tea, that's all," she said low-spirited.
"I'll leave you to your work, then," she turned, trying to leave.
"No, stay. You," I point at Marisa. "Out now!"
"Yes, sir," she mumbled, leaving the study, closing the door with a soft click.
I left my desk, wandering over to the center table, sitting down on the sofa.
She hobbled over to the table and poured me a cup of chamomile tea while I picked up the teacup, bringing it to my lips.
She made a move to leave.
"Sit," I commanded, and she stopped in her tracks before slowly spinning around and sitting down in front of me.
I took a sip, putting the saucer down on the table.
"Just say what's on your mind, Genevieve. I can hear the wheels in your head turning."
"What?"
"I can tell you want to ask or say something. Say it already, get it off your chest."