Cyril drove me to a French restaurant. The ambiance of the place was excellent, but the lighting and atmosphere were a little too sweet, likely for couples, making me feel slightly uneasy.
It seemed like our relationship was becoming more and more delicate.
After thinking for a moment, I spoke up, "What I said earlier was just to provoke Cadell. You don't need to take it seriously."
The smile that had been hanging on Cyril's lips seemed to stiffen for a brief second after my words.
A moment later, he raised his head and looked at me, his gaze carrying a hint of reproach.
I turned my eyes away, feeling a strange sense of guilt.
Was I acting like a jerk who had abandoned her lover? It seemed that way.
I lowered my head, feeling a bit awkward, and wanting to change the subject.
But be
