After dinner, the Moore couple lingered a bit before heading home.
Meanwhile, as the three greedy Fitzgeralds continued scheming, Janice made her way to the study in search of Edward.
"I sketched a few new designs over the past few days, and…" she trailed off when she noticed a half-filled glass of red wine in front of him.
Pausing, she walked over. "Did you not eat enough? Want me to bring you something to go with the wine?"
Janice was gentle, attentive, and thoughtful by nature.
Edward looked up at her. His gaze was so unfamiliar that she momentarily froze.
"What's wrong?"
"I have a question."
"Go ahead."
Edward rolled an unlit cigarette between his fingers.
"Do you still have feelings for Simon?" His voice was devoid of hesitation.
Edward wasn't the type to pretend he hadn't heard things. If something affected his judgment, he would rather confront it directly.
"What? Of course not." Janice frowned. "You don't believe me?"
"I was bringing you milk earlier when I overheard your phone call," Edward admitted flatly. "I'm sorry."
Did he hear it?
A flicker of awkwardness crossed Janice's face.
Edward felt a sudden tightness in his chest. Had he guessed right? Did she still have lingering feelings for Simon?
Janice pulled a chair over and sat down. "That was indeed Simon on the phone just now. He apologized to me and begged for my forgiveness."
At her words, Edwards' expression scrunched up. His grip on the wine glass firmed, and his jaw clenched slightly. He averted his gaze and took a deep sip of wine, saying nothing.
"But the only reason he's apologizing now is because he's desperate for money. He thinks a few sweet words will be enough to win me back and make me help him out. So, I played along, pretending to agree. Why would I help him clean up his mess?"
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