Gabrielle’s eyes dim with hopeless panic.
“Mr. Clifford, what are you talking about?” she asks innocently, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You know what just happened to me,” Andrew growls.
Though she looks innocent enough, Andrew is sure that Gabrielle has meddled with the juice.
“I really don’t know what you were doing just now,” Gabrielle whispers, “Is your heart hurting you? You look pretty bad.”
“Do you want me to be unwell?” he hisses, “You seem quite eager to find something wrong with me.”
“No, no, of course not,” Gabrielle replies, “Mr. Clifford, your heart isn’t good and you’re still recovering from the operation. Please calm down, anger is really bad for you.”
Gabrielle looks innocent and her eyes are full of tears. Andrew can’t help but feel a sudden, powerful
