"What are you saying?" Stefan was thrown into a bit of panic upon seeing her tears. "Why are you crying? What trust is crumbling?"
Cayenne couldn't wipe her tears because she was afraid that she'll smudge her make-up that the artist spent so much time to make so, she let her tears fall without stopping them. "I'm sorry. My thoughts were running wild when you said 'go to the hotel'. I remembered that the rumors about you and your women always happened in a hotel. I thought that you might be just doing this to lure me and we won't be meeting anyone. I got afraid of my own foolish ideas. I'm really sorry."
Stefan was a bit upset with her words but he couldn't seem to get angry at her. Everything she said made sense and there was a ground for doubting him. His expression turned solemn and Cayenne felt even more depressed.
"Stefan, I'm really sorry."
