Riya's pulse quickened. She pressed her lips together, scrambling for composure.
'There is no way he could have found anything,' she thought, trying to reassure herself. 'I closed the file. I closed the folder. I made sure no one found out I touched his laptop.'
Confidence bolstered her nerves until she recalled the housekeeper seeing her leaving the study.
Riya's mouth twisted with irritation. 'So that old woman has a death wish, does she?'
But she quickly smoothed her tone, swallowing her anger. "Yes," she said, feigning innocence. "I went in to look for a charger. But I couldn't find it. So I left right away."
Even though she tried to downplay the situation, the tremor in her chest gave her away.
Nathaniel's gut twisted at the ease with which she lied, disbelief flickering across his face.
She sounded almost too natural, like she had been an expert in lying at ease. If he hadn't already known about it, he might have believed her.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
