This time, her brows furrowed tight, and her tone sharpened. “Nathan, I’m talking to you!”
Nathan's POV
Slowly, I opened my eyes. “I’m listening. So what’s your point?”
Cassandra instantly deflated, like a balloon pricked with a pin.
“Hmph, talking to you is like playing music to a cow. Forget it, I was just making small talk.”
The breeze from the open car window cleared my head a little.
“Cassandra, about the house, don’t you have something you should tell me?”
I studied her profile as this was her last chance to confess her sin.
But she dodged my eyes and muttered, dry and flat, “Nope. Didn’t I already go along with you on everything?”
My gaze dropped, and with it, my heart sank all the way down.
Until the very end, she was still pretending, still too stingy to give me even one honest word.
If she just told me the truth now, maybe... no. Who was I kidding? Not anymore.
My fists clenched tight. So this was what all my sacrifices had bought me, her reckless, unrestrained betrayal.
Sensing my silence, she twisted strands of hair around her finger, uneasy.