Chapter 84
Who was she talking to?
“No,” Cheryl replied calmly, her expression unreadable. “I was just speaking to it.”
It?
Lindsay glanced around, puzzled. The corridor was empty except for her and Cheryl. So who or what was Cheryl talking to?
Before Lindsay could voice her confusion, the door swung open and Yves stepped out.
“Yves? What are you doing here?” Cheryl’s eyes widened with surprise when she saw him. “You’re here to see a therapist too?” Lindsay caught the way Cheryl addressed him—so familiar, almost intimate. Her gaze sharpened with curiosity. Yves and Cheryl must be close. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ.net
Yves frowned, ignoring Cheryl’s question as he turned to Lindsay. “We’re just friends. Don’t get the wrong idea.”
His eagerness to clarify only made Lindsay more suspicious. People usually didn’t rush to explain unless there was something more beneath the surface.
“Right, just friends. Don’t overthink it,” Cheryl added, her face as composed as ever, showing no sign of annoyance at Yves’ words.
“I’ll go find my sister. I’ll leave you two to talk.” With that, Cheryl disappeared inside, leaving the pair in the hallway.
“So the therapist is the Green family’s younger daughter,” Lindsay mused aloud. She’d always known the Greens had two daughters, but she’d never heard much about Wendy, neither in her past life nor now.
It was only today that she learned of Wendy’s existence. The girl kept an impressively low profile.
Cheryl, at least, appeared in public from time to time-she’d won several fashion design competitions, making a name for herself as a rare talent.
“Come on, let’s go,” Yves said.
But something nagged at Lindsay. “Wait-shouldn’t you know Wendy too? The Green Group and Quigley Corporation have business ties. It’s odd you two didn’t even greet each other.”
“We know of each other, but that’s it. We’re not close-not enough to say hello.”
“But you and Cheryl seem pretty tight.” Lindsay circled back, her tone light.
“Just friends,” Yves repeated.
Friends? Lindsay arched an eyebrow. Somehow, she doubted it was just that. He hadn’t even bothered to add the word ‘just’ earlier.
Yet when it came to Wendy, he didn’t even offer a greeting.
“Lindsay, are you jealous?” Yves’ lips curled into a satisfied smile, as if her
suspicion delighted him.
“I—” Lindsay started to deny it, but the look on Yves’ face made her bite back her words.
Fine, let him gloat a little.
She changed the subject. “You know, she’s kind of odd. Just before, she looked straight at me and said, ‘Stop following her. Leave-now.””
For a moment, Yves’ usual composure cracked. He grew tense, his expression grave. “She said that to you?”
“Yeah! I was confused. For a second I thought she was yelling at me.”
“No, she wasn’t talking to you.”
“Then who was she yelling at?”
Yves pressed his lips together, refusing to answer.
Lindsay frowned. “Why won’t you say anything all of a sudden? You’re both acting so strange.”
After a moment, Yves met her gaze. “I’ll ask her to give you a protection charm later.”
“You actually believe in that stuff?” Lindsay couldn’t help but laugh. The CEO of Quigley Corporation, believing in charms? If word got out, people would laugh their heads off.
But as she laughed, Lindsay suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.
Piecing together their conversation, a wild suspicion crept into her mind, leaving her cold and clammy.
“Don’t tell me—Ms. Green can see ghosts? Was she yelling at a spirit?”