Chapter 318

Everything else fell into place when Roslyn accepted the fact that she would never have a chance. She could finally let go of Yale.

Was she okay with it, though?

Far from it, but it was not about whether she was okay or not anymore. It was something she had to do.

"Evie? Yale and I are back with some food. Come pick out what you want to eat, will you?"

Roslyn's legs might have turned to jelly from her spat with Yale, but she was determined to keep up appearances. Thus, she perched on the couch and called for Evangeline to come downstairs.

Yale could tell something was up with Roslyn's mood, but since he was the one who put his foot in his mouth, he did not dare to push it. He did as she asked, setting the grocery bags on the coffee table.

He was clueless about what he had said to upset her so much.

Mood swings in a girl could occur unexpectedly, he thought. Maybe he was just an old guy who could not keep up. He thus decided he would keep to himself and stay out of trouble, even