A few more murmured words of comfort and then he hung up.
The air between us turned suffocatingly silent.
Christopher finally turned to look at me. There was something in his eyes—an emotion I couldn’t decipher.
“It’s just an act for the child,” he said, almost as if reassuring himself. “Don’t take it to heart.”
I didn’t respond.
He restarted the car, his voice turning softer. “Where were we before?”
I stared blankly at the streets rushing past, my mind completely numb.
“We weren’t talking about anything,” I murmured. “I forgot.”
Christopher gave a slight nod, saying nothing more.
That was when the reality hit me.
My husband was going to propose to another woman.
And it just so happened to be on the day I left the Adam family.
How ridiculous.
Half an hour later, we arrived at the Anderson estate.
I stepped out of the car, feeling the weight of Christopher’s gaze lingering on my seat—no doubt staring at the bloodstain.
As if remembering the conversation we never finished, he suddenly strode forward and grabbed my wrist.
“Ariana, you don’t look well,” he said, his voice laced with something almost like concern. “Yesterday, at the venue… Are you okay?”