Chapter 91
At that moment, Cora let out a small sigh. She could see the worry written all over his face, the way his eyebrows stayed close together, the way his mouth stayed slightly open like he wanted to ask more questions but was holding back.
She shook her head gently and said, "Oliver, you worry too much. Seriously. It’s nothing. If it was really something, don’t you think I would’ve told you immediately? I’m not the kind of person to hide things from you."
Her voice was soft, but firm, as if she wanted to put his mind at ease. She folded one of her arms across her chest and leaned on the chair behind her.
"I just thought about it for a second, and then I realized... it’s really not important. So please, stop worrying about it. You’re making it look like I’m hiding something."
But Oliver didn’t look convinced. He stood still, his eyes staring at the floor for a while before looking back at the phone. He rubbed his palms together slowly, his shoulders slightly tensed.
"Well..." Oliver said, his voice low, "I’m just trying to believe you, Cora. I’m just trying to assume that what you’re saying is true... that it wasn’t anything really important."
He looked away for a moment and then back at the phone again, his face still unsure.
"I’m just trying to assume that this doesn’t have anything to do with your ex-husband... or that so-called celebrity of yours."
He smiled faintly, but his eyes showed no happiness. He shook his head slightly, like someone trying to convince himself of a lie.
"I just want to believe that is the case."
At that moment, Cora sighed lightly again, but this time with a straight face. She tilted her head a bit and said, "Well, that’s it. There’s nothing wrong, Oliver. If there was, I would’ve told you by now."
She unfolded her arms and pointed her finger slightly at him, like she was reminding a forgetful child.