168: The Question

Fenella’s POV

Laird stared at me in silence. His face was calm, illuminated by the warm glow of the fireplace. The sound of Christmas carols floated softly from the Evans family home, contrasting with the quiet atmosphere of my house.

“Yes, I do. I have always been and will always love you.”

“Aren’t you lying?” I asked softly.

“Why would I lie about that?” He whispered gently.

“Aren’t you angry about the ad?”

“How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not mad at you, Fenella? From the beginning, we agreed to let the ad go and move on, right? Besides, the ad has already been taken down.” He shrugged as if the ad meant nothing to him anymore.

“What about the people’s criticism of me? Don’t you see my social media?”

He shook his head. “I don’t give a damn about that. I’ve always told you, even