Chapter 15
“What do you mean, no wedding?” Gavin stammered, caught completely off guard. His hand, still reaching out to take hers. froze in midair.
The lounge was quiet, a sharp contrast to the sounds of the staff bustling outside the door. It felt like that single door was separating two different worlds.
Cecilia’s gaze didn’t waver. She held it steady, looking right at Gavin.
For a long moment, Gavin just stood there, stunned. Then it hit him. “Oh!” he said, a sudden understanding dawning, “You mean we’re pushing the wedding back a bit? Sure, that’s fine.
“If you’re feeling worn out from the secretary affair, take a break. I need to wrap up the project first anyway, then I can focus on the wedding stuff with you. How about we set the date for the end of the year?”
Not wanting her to slip away, Gavin stepped closer, trying to hold her hand.
Cecilia could smell Gavin’s familiar scent mixed with cigarette smoke, which felt both known and strange now, much like the man himself.
She took another step back, putting more distance between them. “There won’t be any wedding.” she said, her voice steady, “Not now, not later. This isn’t about timing. It means no wedding plans. Ever.”
The irony of it all wasn’t lost on Cecilia. The truth was, getting married had only ever been her own dream. Gavin had just sat back and watched the whole time.
Whenever they fought, he’d toss out some promise about the wedding to smooth things over. But she was done believing those empty words. Never again.
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