I had reached a point where I wouldn’t waste my time being upset or angry about something like this. I had made my decision: I was ready to walk away.
"Oh, then you’re quite thoughtful," I said calmly, my voice betraying nothing.
Anastacia was about to say something else when suddenly, Killian poked his head out of the bathroom.
"Honey, why do I feel like there are a lot of things missing in the bathroom? Where’s your bottle of woody-scented shower gel? I can’t find it, and I was planning to use it to shower."
His words hung in the air. Of course, things were missing—because I had been cleaning up my belongings.
I didn’t answer, and then, in an instant, Killian’s expression turned cold.
"Anastacia? What are you doing here?"
His eyes widened, and his voice shot up in panic, sharp and piercing.
Anastacia pressed her lips together in a feigned pout, her eyes brimming with faux innocence. Before she could speak, I spoke up for her.
"You didn’t take the document, so she came to deliver it."
Anastacia nodded eagerly. "Yes, that document is for tomorrow’s meeting. It’s very important."