But Tiffany Lynch didn't see it that way.
She looked at the man across from her, forcing a smile despite her teary almond eyes, "George, you promised that you'd always support me no matter what I do."
She cried sorrowfully, like a trembling little white flower, pitifully delicate.
George River couldn't help but soften, walking over to her, pulling her into an embrace to comfort her and compromising: "Fine."
"Thank you, George."
She leaned into his arms, her eyes no longer reflecting the sorrow and sadness from before, only the smugness of achieving her goal.
However, she also failed to notice the indescribable look in his eyes as he gazed at her.
Hard to categorize this feeling, George just felt an increased sense of weariness. Even while holding the woman he supposedly loved dearly in his arms, he couldn't dispel the gloom in his heart.
