The honeymoon she planned

Chen Lin added, clearly upset, "I was planning to go there with you."

Wu Yuxuan froze, looking up from adjusting his tie. His expression darkened. "You want me to take his place?"

Chen Lin didn't meet his eyes.

She shook her head, trying to compose herself. "No, of course not. I just... It feels like such a waste. I paid for it with my own money, and now it's all going to waste."

Wu Yuxuan's gaze sharpened, his jaw tightening.

"Lin, I understand you're upset, but—" He cut himself off, as if considering his words carefully. "What you're asking me... It's too much. It's a honeymoon you planned for another man. And now you want me to step in and take his place?"

Chen Lin froze. His words landed harder than she expected.

She hadn't thought about it from his perspective, and now the weight of it all hit her like a wave.

She stood up.

"I... I'm sorry," she murmured, her voice dropping.