Chapter 211

“Come on, love. Let's find you a seat,” Abraham said, smiling, holding Sheila on her waist.

“How are you so good at pretending and lying?” Sheila whispered.

“I'm excellent and good at what I do and I do not wear my emotions on my sleeves,” Abraham bragged. Sheila rolled her eyes. She noticed she always seemed to be rolling her eyes whenever she was with Abraham.

“I don't think I have the patience to sit with these old boring people. I might actually go crazy,” Sheila said.

“Don't worry. You'll survive just fine,” Abraham said, guiding Sheila to her seat. Sheila was expecting Abraham to open her seat for her but he just left her and sat on his chair.

“What a narcissist man. To think he was playing romantic,” she thought, sitting on her chair. Sheila sat down and watched them talk about boring stuff that didn't interest her. She decided she needed a drink or she was going to go crazy. She was about to stand up when Abraham stopped her.

“Where to?” He asked, raising his brows up.

“I need