Page 247 of Damaged Mogul
“Mademoiselle Lily, vous descendez?”
Translation:Miss Lily, can you please come down?
“J’arrive, Gérard.”
Translation:Coming,Gérard.
“Génial!”
Translation:Great.
I hurry down the stairs.
When I reach the last step, my whole world collapses.
My gaze darts everywhere. To the front door. To Gérard. To the man I'm certain is a mirage. “Wh—what are you doing here?”
Green eyes as mesmerizing as the last time I admired them land on me. “I’m here for you, angel.”
My heart seizes, clamoring against my ribs at the mention of the nickname he has for me.
Don’t be fooled by the smooth-talking.
He’s playing you, girl.
He’s playing you.
My gaze shifts to his suitcase near the door before focusing on him.
He’s hot enough to get any woman pregnant on sight.
And that’s how I ended up with a bun in the oven.
“You should go back to wherever you came from.” My defenses are up. “You’re wasting your time.”
Gage’s eyes burn with fury.
“I have no desire to talk to you ever again.” I cross my arms over my chest.
“Ah. Je retourne de cuisine,”Gérard says, his tone hesitant.
Gage frowns. “What did he say?”
“He’s going back to the kitchen.”
“Vous me faites signe lorsque vous aurez fini de discuter avec monsieur Hollingsworth afin que je puisses servir le repas. Soupe pour vous, et poulet rôti pourmonsieur.”
Translation:Dinner will be served for you and the gentleman when you’re done talking. Soup for you. Roasted chicken for the gentleman.
So, Gérard knew Gage was coming.
Nadine is a traitor.
“Le monsieur ne restera pas pour le repas.”I set Gérard straight.
Translation:The gentleman won’t stay for dinner.
The two men look at each other, before returning their confused gazes to me.
