As if a sudden realization hit him, Cassian Jennings's heart clenched, and he slowly released the woman in his arms.
He was weary, defeated, bitter, and aching. A torrent of unutterable emotions flooded his heart.
"I'm sorry." His voice was hoarse. After a long silence, he finally managed to say those two words.
Amelia Avery let out a cold laugh and snarled in fury, "Cassian Jennings, you'd actually stoop to tricking me like this?"
"—" He said nothing, only lowering his gaze slightly, hiding his thoughts from view.
When he didn't respond, Amelia Avery got to her feet. Her body trembled with heartache, but her voice was unnervingly calm. Only someone who truly knew her would understand just how furious she was.
"I was so wrong about you!"
With that, she wiped away her tears and left without a backward glance.
In an instant, Cassian Jennings was the only one left in the private room.
The room was silent, so silent it felt oppressive.
It was almost hard to breathe.
