Ann lifted her gaze toward Liam when he had remained silent for a while, her emerald eyes searching his face.
His expression reflected everything he was thinking.
A complicated mix of frustration, realization, and something deeper—something heavier.
Liam didn't even seem interested in checking her bank account anymore.
Before, he was so determined to find out how much she had.
Now?
He just sat there, lost in thought, staring at the floor as if searching for answers.
Ann could already guess what was on his mind.
She exhaled softly and rested her hand on his arm.
"I know what you're thinking about."
Liam, still staring ahead, just shook his head casually.
Then, without another word, he released her waist, stood up, and walked toward the stairs.
His footsteps were slow, his posture tense.
Ann's heart sank as she watched him disappear upstairs, her fingers unconsciously gripping the fabric of her clothes.
She could tell.
He wasn't just upset.
He was frustrated.
