Chapter 253

I parted my lips, wanting to ask something, but the words just wouldn't come out. I'm Henry Smith’s wife. If he won’t tell me something himself, what’s the point of asking Gavin Knight, an outsider? Later that night, back at the hotel, Grace Kim gave me a well-meaning piece of advice with her signature warmth. “Honestly, I think when men are talking, women should probably avoid butting in. If you don’t get it, you come off clueless and just mess things up. And if you do get it, you end up dimming his light. It's a lose-lose.” I could tell she meant it to help. She’d noticed how I stepped in for Gavin Knight earlier and how it irritated him. She called it out privately, hoping I wouldn’t take it the wrong way. We hadn’t known each other for long, yet she wasn’t afraid of rubbing me the wrong way. That kind of honesty really got to me. “I get what you’re saying. I’ll be more careful,” I sighed. Though there was one thing I didn’t dare say aloud—somehow, I just felt this strange closeness