Chapter ２８

Jane Dench's POV

In the banquet lounge, Ben Roberts stood at the door for nearly a minute before he pushed the door open and walked in.

He locked the door and looked at me gloomily.

"Ben Roberts, i..." I wanted to explain, but when I met the gloomy eyes of Ben Roberts, I couldn't say anything.

It seemed that something was stuck, as if I would collapse if i opened my mouth.

"You explain. I'm listening." Ben Roberts waited for a long time, but didn't hear an explanation from. He couldn't help reminding.

What can I say to him?

Would I cry and tell him what had happened at home?

Did i want him to pity himself?

But so what? Let him seek justice for me? Besides, Tom Cotillard was holding her just now.

I should give him an explanation. I don't want to use the real reason, and I don't want to lie.

For a long time, time froze in the air, and I didn't know where to start.

"I..." I stammered.

And this sound was like a horns breaking the silence.