Chapter 237
Stephanie's point of view
I swallowed the dry lump in my throat. Tilting my head slightly in an act of subtle submission, I rested my hand gently on the frame of the open door.
"On the contrary, Mr. Vincetti..." I murmured softly, "...I am your obedient employee. I certainly wouldn't do that."
His sharp gaze locked onto my face for several agonizing seconds, scrutinizing every pale inch of my features.
Taking a slow step closer, he tilted his head. "Did you hit your head on something, Miss Miller?" he asked softly.
I planted my feet firmly on the ground, keeping my arms neatly by my side. "No, I did not."
Vincetti closed the remaining distance between us. He leaned down slightly, bringing his face inches from mine, peering directly into my eyes.
"Have you lost your memory?" he whispered, his breath brushing my cheek.
Behind my back, my hidden fingers curled into a tight, desperate fist, my nails biting hard into my palm.
