Chapter 1461: Chapter 1461: The Air Is Thick with Anger

As Janelle Mills turned her gaze, Trevor also turned his, their eyes meeting, and she felt moved, noticing the deep tenderness in his eyes.

The waitress suddenly understood something, and her smile grew sweeter as she helped them with the cake.

"See if there’s anything else you’d like to eat?" Trevor withdrew his gaze and looked at the cake display, seemingly making a selection as well.

She steadied herself, the warm yellow lights illuminated his profile, and for a moment Janelle was once again lost in thought... he really had such masculine charm.

Sensing the girl’s intense gaze, Trevor didn’t look at her any longer, also not wanting to break the peace and make her feel awkward.

They chose a few simple types of cake, each very exquisite, with even the packaging bearing unique romantic declarations –

The person watching the sunset with me is gentler than the sunset itself.

You came, bringing stars and the moon.

Peace and joy, with you through the seasons.

If you favor me, I will give my entire life generously.

Each phrase was so heartfelt, with the playful font exuding the romance young people love.

This shop seemed to be made for couples.

"Take care, come again next time, wishing you happiness!"

Janelle felt warm inside, her smile sweet, but she didn’t dare express too much. In front of someone she liked, she’d always show a bit more reserve.

In the evening breeze, Trevor’s mood also relaxed slightly. Being with Janelle always brought a sense of tranquility and peace.

This girl unconsciously stirred his protective instincts.

Despite also worrying about Jocelyn Morgan’s safety, he couldn’t neglect someone worth cherishing just for an impossibility, for a friend.

Besides, in the search for Jocelyn Morgan, Trevor had already done his best, arranging many people.

At this moment, the night was like ink pouring out.

In the nearby small villa, the living room lights were on, quiet enough to hear a pin drop.

Only Nathan Mills and Carlotta Sterling were there. Since their daughter left, the atmosphere had become somewhat awkward.

The conversation hadn’t started, their eyes hadn’t met; perhaps both were brewing something, for their relationship had been strained for many years.

"You should go back and have dinner with your wife." Carlotta was still harboring a grudge, asking unhappily, "What identity do I have living here? Do you think of me as a kept woman? What do you take me for?"

"Why do you think about it so much? I only did it for your convenience." Nathan was a bit afraid she’d get angry and tried to soothe her, "Anyway, the house is empty if not used."

But clearly, his words didn’t touch her heart, making Carlotta feel even more uncomfortable, "Charity? There are plenty of empty houses in Riventhal!"

"Carlotta, are you being unreasonable?" Nathan felt wronged, having done a good deed yet receiving no benefit.

"I am unreasonable! That’s why we got divorced. You married someone reasonable, so go home and talk about reason there, why come to me?" Carlotta had always been hot-tempered.

"You..." Nathan Mills, not being particularly eloquent, was evidently at a disadvantage in this verbal clash.

The air filled with a tense atmosphere.

As a man, Nathan also picked up a hint of jealousy in her words, although it might be a misperception.

So he was considering telling her the truth about his marital situation.

And Carlotta, after calming down, regretted saying those things, feeling she shouldn’t have, which might easily cause him to misunderstand, like she was jealous!

"Carlotta."

Nathan finally sighed, compromising, "Now that Janelle is grown up, I think we should be more calm and not affect our daughter’s view on marriage, and try to coexist peacefully."

Their daughter was also Carlotta’s soft spot. Hearing this, her feelings were complicated, and she didn’t respond, waiting for him to continue.

"Actually, there’s something I feel I need to explain." At that moment, Nathan Mills didn’t want to hold back any longer, regardless of the future, he felt an impulse to be honest.

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