I watched him turn to leave, my feet moving before my brain could catch up.
"Nathan."
He stopped but didn't turn around immediately.
When he finally looked back at me, those dark eyes landed on mine and suddenly everything I wanted to say felt stuck in my throat.
I walked toward him slowly.
"I--" I tried off.
"I'm sorry," I said, staring at the floor.
He looked at me. "Sorry? For what?"
"For dragging your name into all this. I didn't… I didn't want people thinking nonsense about you."
"It's not your fault. The person who should be apologizing is—"
He stopped. His jaw flexed. I could literally see him swallow his anger. I almost laughed, and my lips pushed out on their own.
"Never mind," he muttered.
"You know you can talk freely. I don't even like her, and we aren't related," I said.
He kept staring at me for a second, then a small smile slipped out.
"Why are you smiling now?" I asked. "Weren't you acting all angry before?"
