Sara was taken aback by Frank's action. Was she really witnessing his weakness?
'Has Frankg become a different one overnight?'
'And... is he worried about me? Wait, what's happening?'
She felt the warmth on her neck, and her mouth fell slightly open. "Frank, are those tears?"
His sobs echoed in her ears, and Sara couldn't quite believe it.
Frank, always so composed, was now weeping on her shoulder?!
"I'm so sorry..." Frank didn't answer her question. "If I didn't say those things to upset you, the k********g wouldn't have happened! I'm sorry. It's all my fault..."
So this was the reason?
Could this man truly be drowning in such great guilt for her?
Sara gently patted Frank's back, soothing him. "It's not your fault. This was all planned. Even if I didn't go to the café, they would
