"You're not my…" she instinctively tried to deny, but halfway through, the words froze in her throat.
His dark eyes locked onto hers, carrying an unexpected mix of self-mockery and sorrow that pierced straight into her chest.
Josephine's heart felt heavy, her breath catching as if she truly owed him something.
The car fell into a suffocating silence.
"What's wrong? Not going to continue?" His voice broke through the stillness, low and sharp.
"I… I don't have anything to say," she murmured, guilt creeping into her tone.
Why was she even feeling guilty? she scolded herself inside. They both knew the truth, this so-called relationship between them wasn't real!
And yet… some of his words made her falter.
They made her believe, even if for a moment, that maybe he had liked her all along. From back then until now.
But how could that be?
What kind of woman hadn't a man like him already seen? Would he really fall for her?
