It was probably just responsibility.
That was how Bryce consoled himself.
Right. Responsibility. He had married her, after all. Helping Olympia scheme against her like this was, admittedly, unfair.
But it didn't matter. They were still husband and wife. He'd make it up to her later.
The thought loosened the knot in his chest for a moment. He was about to say something when Olympia cut in:
"Bryce, come shopping with me."
"I'm about to get promoted, so I should pick up some gifts for my team."
Bryce glanced at Rosamond:
"Rosa, Olympia's still new in town. I need to look after her."
Rosamond's voice was even, the sorrow in her eyes fading into something blank:
"It's fine. Go."
Bryce blinked. Normally, whenever he mentioned spending time with Olympia, Rosamond would argue with him.
No matter how many times he insisted they were just friends, she never believed him.
Why was she so agreeable today?
He looked into her calm, unreadable eyes, and an inexplicable unease crept through him.
He started to explain without thinking:
"Don't worry, I'll come straight home after we're done. I won't be long—"
Before he could finish, Olympia turned to him with a wounded expression: