Seeing her tear up, Rockwell put on his clothes as he casually promised, “Soon. Just two more weeks. On your wedding day, we’ll run away.”
The word “wedding” made Solenne falter. She looked at him in doubt.
“This time… you’ll really take me away, right?”
Rockwell stroked her brows gently, his eyes filled with affection.
“I got into a car accident last time. I was unconscious in the hospital—I didn’t mean to leave you hanging.
“But I swear, nothing will go wrong this time.
“You know how much I love you, babe. Do you really think I’d let you marry someone else?”
Solenne finally relaxed. Her eyes curved into a soft smile.
“I believe everything you say.”
Rockwell tapped her nose fondly.
“You love painting, don’t you? After we run away, I’ll open a gallery for you. We’ll hang all your art in it.”
She giggled, giving him a playful pout. “You always know how to sweet-talk me.”
He chuckled. “Nah. Anyway, I have to go, babe. I’ve got a meeting. The maid will clean this room later. If you’re tired, rest in the guest room.”
She nodded and watched him leave, obediently and full of trust.
Just a few minutes after she began tidying up, she spotted Rockwell’s wrist watch lying on the bed.