Finally, they were reluctant to let me go again, “Miss Claire, are you really leaving for that classified research project?”
I nodded, “Yeah.”
“But what about your wedding?” one of them asked hesitantly.
“Are you really okay with leaving?”
I paused for a moment, then smiled. “The country’s work is more important.”
What I didn’t say was that, for Vincent, my presence or absence didn’t seem to matter anymore.
This world keeps spinning, with or without me.
***
Dragging my exhausted body home, I opened the door and she was again.
Zoe Williams.
She was wearing one of Vincent’s shirts, her bare legs peeking out as she walked out of the master bedroom.
When she saw me, she didn’t even flinch. “Don’t misunderstand, Claire,” she said casually. “After the clinic visit, it was really late. I didn’t want to go home since my parents were out of town. Vincent was just being considerate—he didn’t want me to be alone while I’m injured.”
Before I could respond, Vincent stepped out of the bathroom, his hair damp from a shower. When he saw me, probably thinking I would get upset again, his brows furrowed, bracing for another argument.
“Claire,” he sighed, “I don’t want to mess with you early in the morning.”