Avery Jane lowered her head with a sorrowful voice, tears slowly seeping from her eyes, crystal clear like they had fallen onto his chest, shocking him.
"Then come to my place, you need to change your clothes properly."
Beckett Wright drove the car towards the hotel. He had returned to the country recently, so he was staying in a hotel suite.
The rooms in top-tier hotels are very beautiful.
Avery Jane had taken a bath. Beckett had already arranged for someone to deliver comfortable women's clothing. After Avery changed, she sat on the sofa, holding the hot tea Beckett had made for her, the rising steam quickly moistening her eyes again.
She was not someone who cried often, yet this time, her tears seemed as if they never stopped.
"Avery Jane, if you want to talk, I'm a great listener."
Beckett's gaze was full of tenderness, how could Avery not understand?
But she was no longer deserving of such a man, clean and warm, just like Wenyard.
