CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
She started to chew loudly with a teasing expression on her face, then gave Natasha a wink and stuffed another spoonful in her mouth. And then she moaned out loud.
Natasha crossed her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes.
Behind her, someone cleared their throat. Her back straightened and she turned toward the sound only to find Antonov leaning against the doorway.
He didn't even spare her a look. He was only staring at Celine, whose eyes widened when she saw him and her cheeks turned red.
She blushed and averted her eyes. Natasha looked back at him and saw his lips tilt upward in a confident smirk.
When Natasha saw him rubbing his elbow and neck, she looked away, bored.
Antonov cleared his throat and said, "How are you feeling, Natasha? I didn't get a chance to see you when you woke up."
He knew her, she, though. "I am okay. Thank you. And you are?"