CHAPTER 367. A CAGE FOR THE QUEEN. No Secrets

"Please!"

They ran toward the elevator like a couple of teenagers, and “wild” was an understatement for what they did on that couch. Still, it wasn’t enough, as they both ended up with more energy than when they’d started.

"I’m starving!" Chiara exclaimed. "Take me out for food, come on."

"Let me guess, the restaurant’s food didn’t even make a dent."

"Fancy and skimpy. I need more... meat."

John rolled on top of her and kissed her. "I know a place with amazing burgers."

A while later, they were seated at a small riverside shack along the Thames, eating burgers and enjoying the early morning air.

"You’re going to spit it out, or do I have to pull it out of you?" she suddenly asked, catching John off guard. "For someone who’s a director at a spy agency, you’re not very good at hiding your emotions. What’s on your mind?"

He took a deep breath and turned toward her. "Okay, I did something I shouldn’t have, but I was worried about you. I know