Chapter 236 We're Not Close

Annie didn't know how she got back to the apartment. She moved like a machine, unlocking the door and changing her shoes. The living room lights were on. Christian had just carried out the last dish from the kitchen. He was still wearing an apron. A man who was usually so refined and untouchable looked gentle and domestic now. When he saw her come in, his lips curved up instinctively, and relief flickered in his eyes, as though he had finally gotten something back that he had almost lost. But the moment his gaze landed on her face, that smile froze. He wanted to apologize. "Ann . . . you…" He set that plate down and strode toward her. The words stuck in his throat. He saw her reddened eyes. In those clear eyes was a dead, hollow emptiness. "What happened?" Without meaning to, his voice softened. He reached out, wanting to touch her face. Annie looked at the perfectly timed worry and concern on his face and felt nothing but bitter irony. Even now, he was still acting. Actin