Dallas's tone was unusually hesitant, as he admitted that he's not very good at comforting others. He knew that such comfort would be completely useless for Ivana, who had lost Lucas Walker.
By the end of the conversation, he clenched his fist so tightly that his knuckles made a snapping sound.
"I... I'm really so dumb!"
"Dallas!" Ivana smiled as she looked at him. "I'm fine, really!"
Dallas lifted his eyes, which had been avoiding hers, and saw a smile on her face, but his heart only ached more.
"Ivana, you... you don't have to pretend in front of me."
He didn't know that Lucas Walker had faked his death, and naturally assumed that her smile was just a brave front.
Ivana reached out her hand and held his arm.
"Now, Dallas, listen to me carefully. Lucas... is not dead!"
Dallas's eyes widened, filled with shock and disbelief.
"Ivana, you... are you serious?"
Ivana nodded solemnly.
