Burned Out
Harker paid attention to how Roland would react. Any sign of him trying to evade the question or attempting to lie would be dealt with responses that he already prepared in his head.
Harker had prepared for so many responses but he didn't expect this one.
"No."
That was all Roland said, and he went on his way to his limousine.
"No, what? To the first question or the second? Roland!"
But Roland had gone inside, and only said. "I'll see you tomorrow at Holmwood. Just call whenever you're ready, but don't be later than 4 pm because they're not accepting visitors at that time."
And then he rolled up the window and drove away.
Harker grumbled inwardly. He kicked at a pebble, and sat on the front steps of his small house.
He rubbed his forehead. "Which is it, Roland? You don't have feelings for Artea, right? Then that would mean you're only marrying her out of convenience, so you won't have to marry someone like Angela MacBheatha."