124 I am afraid you will run away

There was a bottle of wine in the wine bucket and a variety of dishes on the table. 

Her lips parted, ''You..'' 

Ryle removed unmoving, still waiting for her to take a seat on the chair that he pulled for her. 

''The terrace is not often used in the mansion so I thought I should make some use out of its existence,'' he said when she remained standing rooted to her spot, without showing any intention to move.

''When did you prepare all this?" Daisy gradually recovered her senses and questioned in a light voice. 

''I came back more than an hour ago. I wasn't hungry and heard that you hadn't had your dinner. So, thought we should eat together.'' 

Under her persistent stare, he explained briefly, making it sound extremely simple. But was it? 

Was it really that simple?