As he finished speaking, the room fell deathly silent.
Annelise Valentine saw the hesitant look on his face, as if he wanted to say more but couldn't find the words. She abruptly turned away, refusing to look at him any longer.
"Forget it. You don't have to answer. I just want you to know that your so-called 'deep affection' means nothing to me."
Jett Westgate picked up a nearby towel, cupped her foot in his hand, and began to dry it, bit by bit. His movements were gentle and slow, as if he were afraid of hurting her.
"Valentine, you remember all the bad things so clearly, bringing them up again and again. But it's like you've never seen any of the things I've done for you.
"During the earthquake in Port Calico, I jumped into the water to save you, risking my own life. I got seven stitches in my head for you and had to wear a hat every time I went out. But you never even asked how I was doing after I got hurt. Why don't you ever bring that up?
