Chapter 128: Illusion_3

James Anderson walked silently without looking back, his silhouette rigid and cold.

Helen Blair felt uneasy seeing him like this. She hastened her pace to catch up with him, gently tugging at his sleeve and called out softly, "Brother James..." Her voice was light as a breeze.

James sighed deeply, stopped, and turned to face her. The neon sign of the hotel cast a red glow on half of his face, making him appear less cold and distant.

"You've decided to reconcile for your own reasons, so why not let bygones be bygones?" James said. He wanted clarity, but remembering his promise to her, he didn't feel it was right to ask. He didn't want to pressure her, nor could he force it out of her. He wanted her complete trust, and one day, she would tell him everything that was on her mind.