"I heard your conversation. As long as you're here, he'll come back!" Dene smiled faintly, the corners of his lips curling. "I have plenty of patience."
That smile was cold, never reaching his eyes. It had been the same since the day I met him. In other words, he had always been a conniving, wretched man, but I had been too foolish to see his true nature. I couldn't help but laugh bitterly—everyone present was among his closest confidants, yet who could truly decipher his heart?
He glanced at me coldly and suddenly said, "Caro, stay in Margie's room tonight. Since she loves you so much, you two should have a good talk!"
