Chapter 143: Bodyguard
Abby stole glances at Remo as they sat in the backseat while the driver navigated the streets back home. His silence was suffocating, too heavy and too quiet for her liking. Since he had walked in on her and Cage, he hadn’t said a word. The memory of Remo’s pained expression when he caught sight of Cage affectionately holding her cheeks haunted her.
Guilt gnawed at her insides, twisting and churning with every passing moment of Remo’s silence. She wanted to reach out, to explain, to reassure him that there was nothing between her and Cage, but the words stuck in her throat like a lump of lead. Fear gripped her heart, tightening its hold with each stolen glance she stole at Remo’s stoic profile.
Their goodbye to Cage had been awkward, the tension between them palpable in the air. Abby couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched, of Remo’s eyes boring into her as they bid Cage farewell. She couldn’t bear the thought of him harboring suspicions, of doubting her loyalty and commitment to their marriage.
She stole another glance at him, her heart sinking at the sight of his stoic expression. He stared out the window, his jaw clenched tight, and Abby could feel the weight of his unspoken words hanging in the air between them.
Unable to bear the silence any longer, Abby finally mustered the courage to speak. "Remo, I..." she began, her voice trembling with emotion. But before she could finish, he turned to her with a look that made her words die on her lips.
Abby’s palms grew clammy as she wrung her hands in her lap, stealing another glance at Remo. His jaw was clenched, his gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the window. The distance between them felt like an unbridgeable chasm, each moment stretching out into an eternity of silence.
Remo finally broke the silence, his voice low and strained. "Abby, what was that back there?" he asked, his tone carefully neutral.
Abby’s heart pounded in her chest, her breath catching in her throat. She knew what he was referring to, the moment when Cage had held her cheeks in a gesture of comfort. How could she explain the unexplainable, reassure Remo that there was nothing between her and Cage?
"I-I’m sorry, Remo," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "It was nothing, I swear. Cage was just... comforting me. It didn’t mean anything."