He averted his gaze, not wishing for the mental defenses he had worked so hard to build up to simply fall to pieces in that instant.
Megan was quite stumped at hearing Jonas' apology. Pertaining to that call in the morning, she was more upset with Jake than she was with him.
But right now, the only thing she had left was self-reproach.
“It's okay. There's no need to dwell on it. I'm not that angry anymore.”
Megan took a sip of wine as she lay back in the rattan recliner, and her eyes drifted aimlessly toward the deep blue sky.
She wondered what Jake might be up to right now.
Seeing how distracted she was, Jonas lowered his gaze. Light and shadow mingled upon his downcast face as he did.
He got to his feet and sampled some of Megan's cooking with a fork. They were downright awful and unpalatable, but Jonas swallowed them anyway.
“Not bad.”
Jonas was expressionless when he placed down the fork, but the corner of his lips lifted when he saw Megan's look of surprise.
What? Is it that inconceivable that I was able to eat it?”
Megan took another sip of wine. She could not imagine how he had done that because even she
would refuse to eat her own cooking.
“Uh yeah, your courage is... commendable.”
“That's right. Some would call that true love.”
Jonas' brows perked up teasingly. It was not clear whether that was said in jest or sincerity.
Megan could not decide which it was, but she paved it over with a broad smile and a sparkle in her eyes.
Both of them, as well as everyone on the production crew, spent the night together in the villa. Megan lay in bed, wide awake. She brought up Jake's number on her phone but immediately found herself in a dilemma.
She was not able to get over what happened earlier and wanted very much to call and apologize. It seemed that she had been
constantly maligning him in his face of late.
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