Nathan addressed Hepburn with great tact, not only declining her declaration of love but also emphasizing his unwavering love for his wife, Penny.
He skillfully interpreted Hepburn's confession as a mere infatuation, sparing her embarrassment and providing her with an opportunity to maintain her dignity.
Hepburn was not a fool.
She had mentally braced herself for the possibility of rejection, but deep down, she knew that if she didn't express her love, she would forever regret it.
In this moment, as Nathan turned her down, she struggled to conceal her disappointment, finding it difficult to mask her feelings of letdown.
Gloom crossed her face.
She peered into Nathan's eyes, her gaze filled with sincerity, and softly inquired, “Mr. Cross, your wife is undoubtedly fortunate. May I be so bold as to ask you a question? I wonder, will I become a woman who leaves an indelible mark in your memory?”
Nathan really didn't want to answer this kind of question.
However, when he saw Hepburn looking both disappointed and eager, he finally softened and offered some comforting words.
“I recall your courageous presence on the battlefield, your gracefulness at the wine party, and your beauty under the enchanting moonlight. I believe you will indeed be a woman whom I will find difficult to forget.”
Hepburn's eyes lit up, her smile blooming like a flower.
She whispered, “I've always heard that lies can possess a certain beauty, captivation, and allure. I never truly believed it until tonight. Mr. Cross, even though I am aware that you are undoubtedly deceiving me, I find solace in this moment. Thank you, and I hope that fate grants us the opportunity to cross paths again in the future.”
Having spoken her final words, she turned away and left, carrying no trace of regret.
Nathan watched Hepburn walk away with a bitter smile. She's quite smart as she knew I was just trying to comfort her.
Hepburn's figure disappeared from sight.
Nathan turned his head, his gaze directed toward the dimly lit area nearby, his expression filled with displeasure. “How long do you intend to skulk and eavesdrop?” he asked sharply.
Instantly, a dry, awkward laugh from Colin immediately echoed from the shadows.
He stepped out.
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