After a moment's hesitation, he answered the call in front of me.
Frank talked to her, his gaze fixed on me the whole time.
I turned to leave, but he suddenly grabbed my wrist.
I didn't know what Tracy said, but I heard him nod and agree. "Okay, we'll be there soon."
After hanging up, he said, "Tracy wants to apologize to you. If you don't want to meet my mom, that's fine, but you can't refuse Tracy's invitation, right?"
Hearing this, I suddenly felt he was so unfamiliar.
Although he wasn't a mama's boy who depended on his mom for everything, he respected his mom, Luna Connor, the most.
I thought he would always put Luna first in everything, but I never expected him to say such a thing.
When did Tracy become more important than Luna in his heart?
I couldn't break free from his grip, so I had to follow him to the appointment.
I got into his car, catching a whiff of a faint jasmine scent.
A small, delicate sachet hung in front of my seat.
He had once said he didn't like any dangling ornaments in his car.
Even the aromatherapy essential oil I made for him was probably thrown somewhere.
"Did you buy this?"
He glanced sideways, casually saying, "Why would I buy something so girly?"