“Edward said he had someone he loved. Do you know who it is?” she asked, her voice quiet but insistent, her eyes fixed sharply on Jackson’s face, watching every flicker of expression. She took another sip from her glass, though the drink did little to numb the ache in her chest. The bitterness of rejection clung to her more stubbornly than the alcohol ever could.
Jackson hesitated, caught off guard. “What? Oh… it’s true. I’ve seen her once before,” he finally replied, a flash of surprise lighting his eyes. But it disappeared quickly, replaced by a more composed look. Deep down, he wondered if Edward had mentioned this so-called woman just to push Caroline away, to force her to let go.
“Really?” she said, brows knitting together. Her voice held a mixture of disbelief and hurt. “Bu
