Chapter 223 Fragile Masks

• Connie POV
• "It's not about interest," he finally answered after what felt like an eternity. "It's about doing what's right." But I wasn't buying it. The way his eyes flickered, the slight hesitation before he spoke—it all hinted at something deeper. He wasn't avoiding this because it was wrong; he was avoiding it because he was afraid. Afraid of crossing some invisible line, of betraying some unspoken code. Or maybe, just maybe, he was afraid of how much he actually wanted me. I could sense it—the tension between us was palpable, electric. This wasn't about morality; it was about restraint.
• "Right? And what's so wrong about two people enjoying each other's company?" I let out a soft laugh, trying to push the subject.