Earlier, when Kyson mentioned the girl, Dulcie caught a softness in his gaze.
It was a tenderness she had never seen directed toward herself.
Staring at the finely arranged food on the table and the bouquet of roses, Dulcie couldnt shake a feeling of irony.
No wonder Kyson had changed so dramatically, suddenly paying close attention to the finer details.
Most likely, it was that girls influence.
She stared at Kyson, her disbelief palpable.
So, that was the explanation. It was under another girls guidance that Kyson had devised such a thoughtful and thorough compensation plan.
Kyson, oblivious to her astonished expression, lowered his gaze with an air of grace and nobility.
He continued to savor his steak and casually replied, Yes.
After all, she did save my life.
We occasionally have conversations.
His tone suggested his feelings for the girl ran deeper than mere gratitude.
Dulcies breath hitched as she slowly set down her knife and fork, her face turning ashen.
If these gestures werent genuinely Kysons idea, then what was the point? She rose unsteadily to her feet, feeling utterly drained.
Whats wrong? Kyson asked, looking up at her with confusion.
I cant eat any more.
Ive lost my appetite.
Thank you for tonight, Mr.
Shaw. Dulcie grabbed her bag and left the restaurant.
By the time Kyson stepped outside, she had disappeared.
He had taken the initiative to make amends, so why was she still upset? Puzzled, he recalled the last question she posed during dinner.
She had asked if he had been in constant contact with Gwen.
Had he slipped up somehow? Pressing a hand to his forehead, Kyson realized why Dulcie was mad.
With that understanding, he hurried back into the restaurant to retrieve his coat.
In the taxi, Dulcie stared vacantly at the swiftly changing scenery.