After taking a sip of my wine, which tasted more bitter than usual, I dialed Rheymond’s number again. But as expected, the call didn’t go through.
Frustrated, I decided to try his assistant.
As soon as he picked up, I asked bluntly, “Do you know where Mr. Charles is right now?”
“He’s on a business trip, Miss Hawkins,” he hesitated, his voice soft and unsure.
After listening to his answer, a sarcastic smile formed on my lips as I responded, “Oh, a business trip. How convenient. Thanks.”
I didn’t wait for his response.
Hanging up, I ordered a taxi and headed back to our Penthouse, my face blank and emotions numb.
I already knew the truth. What Darla had posted on her social media was not just for show. Rheymond had chosen to accompany her to the Alps, using a business trip as an excuse, completely forgetting the promise he made to me just days ago.
“Rheya, how about we get married next year?” Rheymond had asked, his voice filled with sincerity and conviction.
I had nearly choked on the piece of steak he had cut for me.
“Oh my God, are you that surprised?” he laughed, rubbing my back and handing me a glass of water. “Okay, maybe this wasn’t the best proposal,” he added with a playful grin.