Chapter 139

"What is it, Mitch?" He asked, fixing her a serious look, and suddenly she appeared very forlorn to him, her eyes devoid of their usual brightness and body, their lively spirit. "Mitch?" He called again. She was already putting her hand which had been lying on her laps under the table since her arrival, on the table for him to see. It didn t quickly register what she meant to pass by the hand she was showing him, so he gave her an inquisitive look but she said nothing. Then it occurs to him to look again, this time for the engagement ring. It wasn t there. "Damn," He thought. He d been a fool. He should have known all along, with a face like that. "The bastard son of a gun," He swore, softly Mitchell remained silent; lips paused together. Barely trying not to give in to the tears that now threatened her eyes. She thought she was handling it well already, but now that Daniel was here, she wanted to give in to the tears burning