Chapter 166
Correct.
He lifted the letter slightly. “You won’t believe it until you see it yourself.” He said and I narrowed my eyes.
“What does that mean?”
“It means we’re going to find out.”
I stared.
“We?”
“Yes.”
Something about that single word felt strange.
Not unpleasant.
Just strange.
Because after everything that had happened, hearing him say we felt unexpectedly nice.
“A plan?” I asked.
“A plan.”
I already hated it.
The confidence in his voice guaranteed I was about to hate it even more.
He tapped the letter lightly.
“The goal was to keep our conflict going.”
I frowned.
“Okay?”
“So we’ll give her exactly what she wants.”
I blinked.
“What?”
“We’ll pretend it’s getting worse.”
My mouth went gaping as I understood him properly now.
Your want us to keep fighting?”
“Pretend to keep fighting.”
“That sounds worse.”
“It isn’t.”
“It absolutely is.” I pointed between us. “Do you know how exhausting fighting with you has been?”
“Yes.”
“You do?”
“Yes.”
I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. “Then why are you suggesting more of it?”
“This is to prove something. And it’ll last two days.”
I stared.
“This is already a terrible plan.”
“Good.”
“Good?”
“If you’re complaining this much, it means you’re listening. And will listen more.”
I hated that he was right.
Again.
“Fine,” I said. “Explain.”
His expression returned to business.
“Tomorrow, you tell Lillian that we’re finally going to sit down and settle everything.”
I listened.
“You tell her I reached out first.”
“Okay.”
“You tell her I want to make things right.”
I nodded slowly.
You-her you plan to forgive me.”
I immediately pointed at him.
“See? That’s the part that sounds unfair”
His brow lifted.
“How?”
“Because now I have to make it sound like this is entirely your fault.”


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