Chapter 95
- Angela was on edge as she watched Charles tip the glass of wine over. Just one more tilt, one more tilt. Suddenly everything seemed too slow. Why was he so slow just to drink one glass of wine?
- Then his phone rang and he dropped the glass of wine immediately.
- Angela swore under her breath, squeezing her skirt tightly in frustration. He had been so close, even the tiniest gulp was bound to do something.