"You're right. I shouldn't have said that," Harrell murmured, dropping his gaze, looking every bit the picture of misery.
Davis and Latonia's faces grew serious, both glancing at Lorinda. She was left speechless.
"I love Lorinda, and that's why I never try to force her. But this isn't just about the two of us anymore. There's Jasper—I can't let my son grow up without a father. I want to remarry her, but I promise, Lorinda will have complete freedom. I... I won't interfere in any part of her life."
The subtext was clear: even if they remarried and Lorinda fell for someone else, Harrell was willing to look the other way.
For Lorinda, it felt like the world was spinning.
Davis coughed discreetly into his hand. He had assumed tonight would be about protecting his daughter, but now...
"You two are adults—I'll stay out of it. But—"
He wanted to invite Harrell to stay for dinner, but dozens of words caught in his throat. There was so much he wanted to say to Lorinda alone and he didn’t want Harrell hanging around.
"I only came today to make my intentions clear," Harrell said at last, standing with perfect timing. "I won't impose any further."
With that, he turned and headed for the door.
Lorinda shot to her feet on instinct. Their plan was for her to step out and grab a quick word with Catherine!
"Is there something you wanted to say to me, Lorinda?" Harrell paused, glancing over his shoulder at her, his voice low, wounded, as if she were being unreasonable. "Walk me out?"
His pitiful tone made Lorinda bristle—suddenly she felt like the bad guy. "There's nothing I want to say to you. Just go already!"
"Go on, Lorinda," Latonia chided gently, standing up. "See Harrell out."
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