At an altitude of more than 30 thousand feet, wisps of delicate clouds danced beyond the pane, so close they felt as if one could touch them.
Having woken up from a brief nap, Rebecca immediately met a pair of unblinking dark eyes staring directly at her. She then checked her phone and noted that merely two hours had passed, causing her to instinctively furrow her brow.
Upon noticing her expression, Morgan immediately presented the warm water he had thoughtfully prepared. He asked nervously, “Did you have a nightmare, Becks? Did something in your dream upset you?”
Rebecca, feeling parched, readily accepted the cup and drank several mouthfuls. She had just set the cup aside when the plane happened to be soaring over a city. She gazed at it intently, then looked away to find Morgan looking utterly dejected.
Morgan asked, “I have already come clean about everything, Becks, so why are you giving me the silent treatment? Is it because you’re still upset with me?”
It was only then that Rebecca realized she hadn’t spoken to Morgan for quite some time. She was initially stunned by his revelations that had her mind consumed with replaying their shared past, leaving her disinclined to talk.
Then, once the plane was airbome, her reflections only made her drowsier, and she inadvertently fell asleep, quickly forgetting the matter. It was only when his prodding broke her reverie that she remembered she owed him a reply.
If she were being honest, she had to admit that she was indeed a little upset that Morgan had lied to her. It wasn’t because of the act of deception itself; after all, she had from the start presumed him to be a money–strapped, innocent young man and offered to support him financially.
That whole sordid assumption of hers still made her feel rather despicable, so naturally, she couldn’t fault him for keeping certain things under wraps.
Her real concern was that he had kept up the pretense even after she had decided to divorce Stephan.
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