Rebecca didn’t even spare Stephan a glance, simply pulling Morgan along and getting into the car.
Morgan, observing Stephan’s total collapse and fall to the ground through the rearview mirror, struggled to suppress the smile on his face. He still had to play the role of a gentle, obedient fiancé in front of Rebecca, though, so he could only turn his head away to snicker discreetly.
Having had his fill of laughter, he composed himself and turned around, only to be met squarely by a gaze tinged with suspicion.
Rebecca remarked, “You can just laugh openly if you feel like gloating. What’s the point of hiding it?”
Having been caught in the act, Morgan’s smile faltered for an instant before he quickly regained his composure. He immediately threw his arms around Rebecca’s, putting on his usual endearing act. He hoped to steer the conversation away from his momentary slip. “I was just so happy because you said we loved each other, Becks. It’s not because I was gloating.”
Morgan’s rapid shift in demeanor even caught Rebecca off guard. She reached out, lifting his chin to force his gaze to meet hers, and said, “I’m pretty sure I told you I have no patience for smooth talk and lies when we made our initial agreement, Morgan. I’m giving you one last chance, so I suggest you use it wisely.” Though her tone was gentle, Morgan perceived that her current mood was far from pleasant. Therefore, he quickly sobered, wiping the grin off his face, and admitted candidly, “There was indeed a bit of gloating.”
Upon noticing that he had fallen for it, Rebecca’s eyelashes fluttered slightly as she posed her next question. “Did you know who he was?”
Morgan’s fingers tightened ever so slightly. He didn’t respond immediately, mainly because he didn’t know how to answer her. He had always been seen as the well -behaved one, someone who didn’t stir up trouble in front of Rebecca, after all.
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