A silent tension permeated in the room, gripping Nero and Vanessa, holding them still. For a brief moment, even their minds were still, just as their expressions were. It was a self defense mechanism. By showing no reaction, they could keep their true thoughts about what had just happened hidden.
Yet after the first shock wore off, their minds began to race, as if to make up for what had just happened. Vanessa, who might not have the habit of remaining as stoic as Nero but had sufficient experience in public relations, lost her composure so quickly that she didn't even realise it.
'What does he mean? Is he confessing to me? What should I say? But we're going apart. This doesn't make sense. How can this work? Won't this affect my plans?' she thought in a split second, and in the next, she thought even more!
