Frank talked to her, his gaze fixed on me the whole time.
I turned to leave, but he suddenly grabbed my wrist.
I didn't know what Tracy said, but I heard him nod and agree. "Okay, we'll be there soon."
After hanging up, he said, "Tracy wants to apologize to you. If you don't want to meet my mom, that's fine, but you can't refuse Tracy's invitation, right?"
Hearing this, I suddenly felt he was so unfamiliar.
Although he wasn't a mama's boy who depended on his mom for everything, he respected his mom, Luna Connor, the most.
I thought he would always put Luna first in everything, but I never expected him to say such a thing.
When did Tracy become more important than Luna in his heart?
I couldn't break free from his grip, so I had to follow him to the appointment.
I got into his car, catching a whiff of a faint jasmine scent.
A small, delicate sachet hung in front of my seat.
He had once said he didn't like any dangling ornaments in his car.
Even the aromatherapy essential oil I made for him was probably thrown somewhere.
"Did you buy this?"
He glanced sideways, casually saying, "Why would I buy something so girly?"
After saying that, he seemed to realize he had said the wrong thing. His expression tightened as he explained, "This was a gift from the shopkeeper when Tracy bought some sachets. She didn't like the smell, so she gave it to me."
I didn't respond at all, just looking outside the window.
We arrived at the restaurant, and Tracy, who was already seated, was startled when she saw me but quickly changed her expression.
She greeted warmly, "Eve, come on."
Frank and I sat opposite her, and the waiter brought the menu.
Tracy said, "Frank, Eve likes seafood, so I'll order some..."
"No."
Before she could finish, Frank immediately interrupted, frowning seriously, "Don't you remember you're allergic to seafood?"
"I won't eat it then," Tracy cooed playfully.
"You're so greedy. Can you really resist it?" Frank disagreed, snatching the menu and starting to order.
Tracy propped her chin with her hands, smiling sweetly at him.
I sat beside them like a transparent person, watching their harmonious and intimate interaction.
I felt like I was in an ice cellar. The air around me seemed to turn bitter and unusually heavy.
When Tracy first joined Frank's research group earlier this year, he would complain to me every day about how careless and clumsy she was.