While Beca sat in the private room in the restaurant, her expression was hard to read. Although her features still carried the elegance that was instilled in her bones, her gaze held a cold glint that quite didn't match her usual personality.
Zenith long left. And the waitress had even cleaned the table after the al was finished.
However, since Beca still had no plans to leave, no one dared to disturb her presence. Leaving her alone in the room, they left.
Beca sat inside quietly. She neither spoke nor moved for quite a while. Only when she heard her phone ring did she shift her gaze that was staring at a space with so kind of intent shifted.
She glanced at her phone only to find Gareth calling her. She stared at his na before taking a deep breath to calm herself down,
Although on the surface she looked all calm and composed, she knew Gareth would be able to see through her. And right now, Gareth had gone out to discuss so business from which she didn't want him to be deflected.
Hence, taking a breath of ease, she picked up the call. "Gareth," she called his na, continuing. "Did you complete your discussion?"
"Yes, I did," he replied, his voice coming relaxed, which ant the discussion went well. "I will be returning now. Where are you? At ho?"
"No, I ca out for sothing," Beca answered before asking, "Why? What happened? Do you need for sothing?"
"Oh, it's fine if you are busy. I can manage it on my own. I will later have to visit the family house. They had so marriage arrangents to discuss. So, earlier they called to ask us there."
Gareth didn't want to make it difficult for Beca. He knew if he asked her, she would agree to co along. But recently, given she wasn't in a perfect state of health, he didn't want to force her out when he could handle it alone.
"Are you sure you will be fine alone?" Beca asked, her tone laced with true concern.
The man humd from the other end of the call. "We can't avoid them forever, Beca. Sooner or later, we have to face them and explain," he said, and Beca could hear a soft sigh of disappointnt laced in his words. "It's fine. I will manage it, don't worry."
Beca felt bad. If Ryan hadn't been their son, she would have blad him for all of this.
However, since he was their own blood, blaming him would be blaming themselves —which would be useless.
Hence, in the end, she didn't say anything and simply humd.
"Fine, then you go first. If later, it's possible, I will also co there."
"You don't have to, Beca —"
"Gareth," Beca interjected before her husband could reject her. "Ryan is our son. You don't have to take his responsibility alone. So, don't stop ."
In the end, Gareth didn't refuse her anymore. Humming, he said, "Okay then, I will wait for you."
Quinns were not a simple na. Getting Ryan and Arwen together would have made both families benefit from each other. Although Gareth and Beca weren't looking for a business advantage when choosing Arwen for their family, the other family mbers were still looking forward to the success of the set arrangent between the two families.
Now that engagent has been revoked, the family would show their disappointnt.
After Beca hung up the call, the coldness from earlier reappeared in her eyes. Her fingers curled slowly, forming a fist which she kept firm on the table.
"Catrin, I didn't expect this from you," she muttered slowly under her breath. Her expression showed a trace of clear disappointnt. "You have to give the explanation. I am not letting go without seeking one."
With that, her grip on the phone in her hand tightened, and she unlocked it to dial a number.
Soon, the ring went through. And just after a few seconds, she heard Catrin's voice through the line.
"Beca!"
There was the usual joy in her voice, but for the first ti, Beca didn't feel the sa. Her heart just felt cold in response to Catrin's voice that once used to liven up her mood.
"Catrin," she responded from her side. "I hope I am not disturbing you."
"Even if you are, you know I won't mind," Catrin spoke almost imdiately. "You always had this privilege. Don't tell you never knew it."
Although there was clear enthusiasm in Catrin's tone, Beca felt nothing listening to her today. No happiness, no nothing at all. It was as if the disappointnt she got today weighed over the long friendship she shared with her friend.
"What's wrong?" Catrin's voice ca again when Beca didn't speak for a long ti. "You aren't speaking anything. Is everything fine?"
"Catrin," Beca began, "I think we should et."
"Oh, definitely. Do you even have to call and ask that?" Catrin said almost imdiately. "Anyway, it's already been so long since we last t. Tell , where are you? I will make a tour today if I get done on ti."
She said, and Beca could already hear the shuffle from her side. Maybe Catrin was already searching to cut short the possible appointnts.
"Your schedule must be already decided for the day, Catrin," Beca spoke, halting Catrin. "You don't have to make it urgent today. Let's et tomorrow if that's fine for you. Anyway, today I have sothing to do later in the evening. And I don't want to et you in a rush."
Catrin felt sothing wrong in Beca's tone, but since it wasn't very evident, she thought she was overthinking it.
"Fine, then let's et tomorrow. Your place or my place?"
Beca thought for a mont before deciding, "Let's et at Mayfair Cafe Castle at 11."
Catrin paused at that but in the end humd. "Fine, let's et there. I will ask my assistant to book us a table or a private room."
"No need. I have one already. I will just make a call and let them know about our arrival," Beca said, and soon after, she hung up the call.
She didn't want to talk for longer. She knew an abrupt end of call like that might have made Catrin feel hurt, but at the mont, she didn't care. The more she talked with Catrin, the more she felt betrayed.
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