A Vow of Deception, A Vow of Revenge novel Chapter 95

Jane Warner shook her head. "Fiona didn't say."

Seeing the worry etched across Winona's face, she gave a reassuring smile. "Don't worry. Elvis is a resourceful young man. If he's confident enough to go, I'm sure he knows how to keep himself safe."

Then, after a moment's pause, she asked curiously, "So, which Mr. Rogers did you have dinner with tonight?"

"Jonah." Winona was still preoccupied with thoughts of Elvis's safety, and her answer came absent-mindedly.

"Oh… Jonah, the second son of the Rogers family? Why on earth were you having dinner with him?"

Winona snapped back to the moment, letting out a wry little laugh. "Grandma, isn't he supposed to be my fiancé? I thought I should spend some time getting to know him."

"What?" Jane Warner's voice shot up in surprise. "He's your fiancé? Who told you that?"

Winona's confusion deepened. "Isn't he?"

Even Jonah himself had said they were supposed to be engaged…

"Of course not! Your fiancé is Elvis!"

It was as if a heavy stone had been thrown into the still water of Winona's heart, sending shockwaves rippling through her.

"You… you said what? Elvis is my fiancé?"

"That's right. I've checked and double-checked with your father."

After all, this was her precious granddaughter's future on the line—how could she not pay attention? And if Elvis weren't as outstanding as he was, she would never have agreed so easily.

Winona shot up from the sofa in shock, her sleeve brushing against the porcelain teacup on the coffee table. Scalding tea splashed onto the back of her hand, but she didn't even notice.

No wonder.

No wonder she'd found Jonah so strange tonight.

He'd been feeling guilty.

No wonder Elvis didn't understand why she kept her distance.

Just then, her phone buzzed in her pocket.

She pulled it out and saw Jonah's name flashing on the screen.

She answered. Jonah's familiar gentle voice came through the receiver. "Miss Thorne, about tomorrow—"

"Mr. Rogers." Winona cut him off. "I think it's best if we don't stay in touch anymore."

There was a long, heavy silence.

Finally, Jonah spoke, his voice trembling. "You… you found out?"

"Yes. You're not my fiancé."

"I'm sorry, I—"

"There's no need, Mr. Rogers," Winona said, her tone even and steady. "This was partly my fault too—I should have clarified from the start, instead of causing this confusion. I owe you an apology as well. But what's done is done. If we keep in contact, it'll only be awkward for both of us, don't you agree?"