However, today's atmosphere felt slightly off because, even after a long wait, Geoffrey did not return Becca's embrace.
Becca finally slowly released Geoffrey, looking at his face that was not as gentle and handsome as she had imagined, and softly asked, "What's wrong?"
Geoffrey watched as Becca's gaze gradually turned dark and suddenly spoke, "If Alice hadn't deceived you by saying there's more to your mother's death, would you stay here?"
"Deceive?" Becca was shocked, "She was deceiving me?"
"You must have searched through every drawer in my study, hoping to find evidence I might have inadvertently left at home about my mom dealing with your mom."
Early this morning, knowing he would return tonight, she searched his study but found nothing.
"I..."
"Becca, is my promise really so insignificant to you?" Geoffrey's eyes held hurt, his voice hoarse.
Unable to deny that she hadn't held his promise dear, Becca slowly lowered her gaze.
