Chapter 172 The Unspoken Rift

Christian managed a smile, but the heaviness in his eyes remained. His somber expression instantly crushed Annie's fleeting sense of relief. She let out a soft sigh. Back at the apartment, Christian remained just as cautious. He helped Annie settle onto the couch, then turned to pour a glass of warm water and passed it to her. Then came the blanket, followed by the humidifier. His movements were fluid and efficient, yet terrifyingly silent. Annie cradled the glass, watching his busy figure moving around the living room. Her chest felt tight. Christian had been like this for three whole days. He was right there beside her, yet they felt worlds apart. Exhaustion clouded his eyes, and a heavy gloom settled over his brow like a shroud. Annie thought about it for a long time, but she could only come up with one possibility. She assumed that Christian was still angry that she had ruined the wedding. By evening, Annie couldn't stand the oppressive atmosphere any longer. She cautiousl