Tonight, he left.
Her heart felt as if it had been torn open, with pain cascading like fresh blood.
She never thought her reaction would be so intense. It wasn't until this moment, when the suffocating feeling hit her, that she realized how difficult self-deception really was.
Rebecca Quentin gently pressed her aching wound, recalling Howard Geoffrey's expression when he answered the phone moments ago.
He had always been someone who hardly showed his emotions. Rarely did anything bring visible changes to his facial expression, but earlier, urgency was plainly written on his face.
She wasn't naive. She could broadly guess what he would do tonight...
Once the plan succeeded, he certainly had follow-up tasks to handle. These past few days, when he claimed to be at the office handling pre-holiday matters, he was actually dealing with post-plan issues.
