Chapter 172 Can you try to forgive her just this once? Part 4

I sighed deeply, then shuffled my feet toward the couch.

Regardless of how tonight would unfold, there was plenty of time, and one more evening wouldn't hurt.

Whether things with Betty went south or not, I wanted to cherish every moment a little longer.

The weight of reluctance was heavy in my heart.

"I'll make some tea..."

As I moved, Betty had just returned to the dining table, cloth in hand, ready to wipe it down.

Seeing me step forward, panic flickered across her face.

She quickly placed the cloth on the table and dashed to the coffee table to grab the teapot, her eyes wide with turmoil as she glanced back at me.

The moment I moved, Betty must have thought I was about to leave.

In her flurry, she started making tea, perhaps as a way to keep me around even if just for a little while longer.

I hadn't planned on leaving, so I settled down on the sofa.

Betty, busy with the tea, let out a small sigh of relief.

In the past, Betty often made tea for me.