Savannah remembered something.
"Did he call you for his engagement to Charlotte?" She asked, trying to ignore the pain in her trembling voice.
Jacob was a direct person, and he didn't know how to tell a lie in front of a girl. Under her careful glance, he sighed and nodded, "he asked me to be the best man at his engagement party...at the beginning of next month."
His words gave Savannah's heart a painful twinge. The color went off her face, and she didn't speak for a long time.
His marriage to Charlotte was not a joke. It was coming up.
"Savannah, what happened between you? Shall I go talk to him for you?" Jacob couldn't bear to see the heartbroken expression in Savannah's eyes.
"No. Thank you, Jacob." Savannah braced herself up and swallowed all the sadness.
Fortunately, there came a knock on the door.
"It should be Olivia. I have to go." She forced a smile.
The door opened, but instead of Olivia, it was Matt.
