Nathan came in with his phone, demanding answers.
I glanced at the screen – it was indeed my listing.
I’d priced it low, and it sold the same day.
I smiled casually, making up an excuse. “Oh, that’s not mine. Remember Linda and her husband bought the same set? She wants a new one and asked me to help sell it.”
“Really…”
He looked unconvinced, his expression softening. “Hannah, I’ve been too busy lately, maybe I haven’t paid enough attention to your feelings. If something’s bothering you, please tell me, okay?”
I looked down. “Okay.”
“After my mom passed last year, you’re all I have left.”
Nathan held me like something precious, his voice both promising and guilty. “Trust me, no matter what happens, you’re the most important person in my life.”
I used to believe that.
Nathan.
I believed it completely.
I caught the faint scent of roses on him. “It’s late. You should shower and rest…”
“Just let me hold you a little longer.”
He wouldn’t let go, resting his chin on my head. “Hannah, is something bothering you? Once things settle down, let’s talk properly.”
I smiled.
Busy queuing for Nina’s cake, or preparing a car full of roses as a surprise.
Must be exhausting, trying to hide things from me while keeping Nina happy.
He looked down at me, voice gentle: “Have you been crying? Your eyes are red.”
“I…”
Before I could answer, his phone rang sharply.
Seeing the caller ID, he released me immediately, walking out as he answered.
Whatever he heard made his face change instantly.
