CHAPTER 145 We were Just Talking about You…
As they finished breakfast and sat quietly on the terrace, simply enjoying each other's company, a very harassed-looking Allen appeared through the doors.
He looked around furtively as if expecting an ambush before his shoulders sagged in relief. He strode over to where Ann and Adam were regarding him with bemused expressions and sat heavily on a chair.
Ann and Adam exchanged a look as they took in his unusually stressed appearance.
'I bet it's Lexi…' Maeve sniggered and Ann had to stop herself from laughing at the thought.
"Is everything okay?" Adam asked curiously.
Allen sighed heavily and turned to stare across the expansive grounds at the back of the balcony.
"Yeah. I'm fine, just… never mind." Allen answered with a hint of defeat in his eyes that actually made Ann feel a little sorry for him.
"Are you sure, Allen? You don't look like you're fine." Ann asked, trying desperately to block out Maeve's manic laughter.