Page 122 of In Love with a Ruthless Man

Fawn stiffened.Last night?

Grant jumped off his seat. “I h-have to go.”

She managed to block his way, demanding, “What do you mean last night?”

Grant shook his head jerkily. “It doesn’t matter—-”

“It clearly matters. It’s written all over your face.” When he stared at her in horror, she asked shakily, “Is this about you calling me last night?”

“No.” And then he was walking away, and for one moment, all she could do was stare at him, unable to believe that he would end their discussion just like that.

When he was halfway to the door, Fawn finally got herself to move and running to catch after him, she said fiercely, “I don’t believe you. This obviously has to do with last night’s call.” She reached for his arm—-

He wrenched himself out of her hold hard, like her touch burned him, and shoved her away in the process.

A stunned Fawn staggered a step back, and Grant said brokenly, “I’m sorry.” This time, he was the one who reached for her—-

“No.” She backed away from him. Her eyes were burning, but she would die before she’d let the tears fall. She didn’t even know why she felt like crying, but one thing she did know was that someone like Grant Bennett—-

Or at leastthisGrant Bennett who had cheated on her—-

This Grant Bennett who no longer seemed to give a damn about shunning her, hurting her—-

That kind of man would never deserve again even a single drop of her tears.

Grant was gazing at her with painfully bleak eyes.“I’m sorry.”

“I k-know.” Her voice shook. But it wasn’t enough.

His desperate gaze clung to hers. “Forgive me.”

Ah.She wished she could ask him what he was apologizing for, but at that moment she just...couldn’t. She wanted to hate him, but the bitterness she felt on the day she saw him cheating on her seemed no longer within reach. It didn’t even feel that it still existed inside of her.

When she looked at Grant now, all her heart could do wasache—-

Like it was grieving over a broken piece that could never be a part of her heart again.

She stared at him, and the ache grew worse and worse.

“I have to go,” Fawn choked out.

As she spun away, she heard Grant whisper hoarsely, “Stay, luv.”

The tears started to fall.

Dump him. Take pity on him. Scream at him.

Hadn’t she just thought that their love wasn’t ever the two-way kind?

And yet here he was—-

“Please.”

She walked faster, and her tears fell faster as well.

I’m sorry, Grant.

He might need her now, but it was too late.

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