"Well, um, Delarcy, including Nehemiah's funeral, will be held tomorrow, so I was hoping that you would stay. You can leave after that if you want to." Valerio explained with a cynical smile on his face, and a soft breath escaped Everly's nose.
"Okay." She agreed, and Valerio stood up from the chair.
He walked off, knowing that whatever he says to her now, she won't hear it.
Tomorrow, he will try to talk to her again.
He agreed with himself and stepped out of the dining room.
Everly stared at his disappearing silhouette, and her hand that held the spoon tightened.
Who was the woman that he had fallen in love with?
Has she met her before?
Could it be that woman she met then? She wondered, recalling none other than Chloe.
A vexed glint reflected in her eyes, and she buried her face in her palms.
Why is she even unhappy?
I mean, it's none of her business, right?
