His Smokescreen Is Now the Woman He Can’t Have Chapter 38

His Smokescreen Is Now the Woman He Can’t Have Chapter 38

“I think you’re mistaken. I simply remembered I had something to do and was about to leave.” I paused, then added the address clearly. “Mr. Sterling, you shouldn’t speak as if you know me.”

Mr. Sterling.

The title made his expression crumble.

Not Caleb. Not the name I had once whispered to myself like a prayer.

Mr. Sterling. The way you address a stranger.

All the speeches he must have prepared seemed to shatter at that one formal, distant address.

He opened his mouth, but for a moment, no sound came out.

Because he knew.

If he had really known me, he would never have missed the gaping holes in Isabelle’s stories.

If he had really known me, he would never have mistaken my caution for sullenness, my disguise for stupidity.

If he had really known me, he would never have stood in that office and asked me to take the fall for a crime I didn’t commit for the sake of “the reputation of two families.”

He had never known me.

He had only ever defined me through the lens of his own imagination.

The color drained from Caleb’s face. His lips moved, but he seemed oblivious to the crowd of onlookers.