"What's wrong now? I already told you I'm not mad anymore," Everett said with a helpless smile.
"But next time something like this happens, you have to give me a heads-up so I can mentally prepare."
"Yeah..." Daphne nodded, though her eyes were filled with lingering doubt.
Everett, ever observant, caught the shift in her expression.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"It's nothing, just..." Daphne hesitated.
"I was just afraid that if I told you the truth beforehand, you would have flat-out refused."
Everett froze.
He had just told her to be honest with him in the future.
But he couldn't deny what she had just said.
She was absolutely right.
If she had told him the truth, he would have rejected the idea immediately.
So...
It was precisely because she knew him so well, and accurately predicted his reaction, that she kept it a secret.
A sudden pang of guilt hit him, and he lowered his head.
He had no right to be angry with her at all.
It was his own inability to give her a sense of security that drove her to such desperate measures.
"I'm sorry..."
Hearing the bitter apology fall from Everett's lips, Daphne's eyes went wide. She practically rubbed her ears, convinced she had misheard him.
"Why are you apologizing? I'm the one who should be saying sorry to you."
Daphne looked at him earnestly, wiping the last of the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Seeing that she had stopped crying, Everett secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Once Daphne had completely calmed down, he walked her back inside the Eclipse Noir Club.
Daphne didn't ask him to stay.
He had played tour guide and chauffeur for her and her uncle all day; he had to be exhausted.
She told him to head home early and get some rest.
Everett gladly accepted her consideration.

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