Although he appeared calm and composed on the surface, Catherine could see his unease and worry clearly in his eyes—he was nervous that she might be angry with him.
Bert lifted his arm and wrapped it around her waist, pulling her a little closer. He lowered his gaze to her, his voice deep and solemn.
"The way I love you—love you deeply—the way I will only ever love you in this lifetime, the way I will never betray you… don't you understand that?"
What Bert said was both an explanation and a confession.
Catherine couldn't help but laugh when she heard him. Only then did Bert finally feel himself relax. He had always thought that at his age, after everything he had been through, there was nothing left that could make him feel anxious or unsettled.
And yet—only he knew how uneasy he had felt just moments ago, when he couldn't read her expression or guess what she was thinking.
After laughing, Catherine let out a deep sigh. She scrunched up her face slightly and said to him,
