"Ask her yourself." Everett's voice was cold and detached before he hung up the call.
Alexander didn't call back.
Everett found it strange that Alexander even had his number, but he had done the right thing—he had given her a chance to lie.
If Aurora claimed that there was nothing between them, then he wouldn't interfere.
Because he knew that the one she truly loved was Alexander, not him.
By the time Aurora returned home, it was already nine o'clock at night.
Alexander was leaning against the doorframe, watching her in silence. His gaze held a complicated emotion that made Aurora's heart tremble.
Dominic had driven Aurora home. Upon seeing Alexander, she quietly stepped aside and left.
Aurora sniffled, a wave of bitterness welling up inside her. Her heart ached with fear and distress.
Alexander must be hurting too.