He Spoke French to Her So I Couldn’t Understand Chapter 07

He Spoke French to Her So I Couldn’t Understand Chapter 07

“In the lobby, just talk.”

“The note-was that just talk, too?”

His mouth opened. Nothing came out.

A bike bell rang sharp as someone passed on the road. Owen set the chestnut cake on the doorstep. “I’ll come back tomorrow.”

I bent down and picked up the bag. A flicker of hope crossed his face. A heartbeat later, I placed the bag back in his hands. “Don’t come back.”

The gate closed while his hand was still stretched toward me.

faceplant. Owen looked up, too.

I set down my napkin and answered him in the same language. The moment my voice landed, the entire reception hall went dead silent.

The old man blinked, then his whole face broke into a grin. “Your accent is lovely. Did someone at

home teach you?”

I answered in English. “My grandfather was French.”

His fork clattered against a plate, loud and unmistakable. Owen’s face, under the banquet lights. went sheet by sheet of white.