Deep Affection: Honey, Come Back To Me

Chapter 199 Misunderstanding

When Nina couldn't get through to John again, she felt as if her heart dropped to the ground as an inexplicable sense of loss surged inside her.

Suddenly, her chest tightened.

"Mrs. Shi, what's wrong?" Only then did Helen notice that Nina looked a little emaciated. She quickly extended her hand and placed a palm over Nina's forehead. Fortunately, her temperature seemed normal to which she heaved a sigh of relief.

Nina forced a smile and said, "Helen, I'm fine. I guess he's just a little busy."

If she were being honest, she only said that last sentence as a way to comfort herself.

Lamentably, the warm sunshine outside could not distract her from the dark clouds that enveloped her.

She couldn't understand what had happened. Why would John ignore her and come up with an excuse to not see her?

Things seemed to have changed last night. Ever since Kristina died, John had been indifferent to her.

Last night was a blur. She didn't know how to deal with it and she couldn't stop thinking about it either.

What should she do?

A wave of mixed emotions arose in her chest. When she ate her lunch, she would just stare blankly into nowhere.

Utterl

ked on the door and promptly went inside.

At that moment, John was sitting behind his desk, seemingly busy with work. Documents were piled next to him, left and right.

He had his eyebrows knitted together.

Had he been working here this entire time?

Did he spend the entire night here?

Nina figured this was a plausible reason for his not coming home last night.

It didn't matter if she believed John or not—what she needed was proof of his innocence.

"John, have you had lunch yet?" She was worried that he had forgotten to eat amidst all the work he had to do.

In the past month, John had been going back to the North Yard just to have lunch and dinner with her every day.

This was the first day that he didn't have lunch with her.

When John heard the door open, he knew it was her just from hearing the footsteps alone. However, he pretended not to hear her.

When she asked him if he had lunch yet, his hand holding the pen twitched as the expression on his face shifted.

She didn't ask him anything else—instead, she was more concerned about him than anything.

Perhaps Nina was an excellent spy who knew how to manipulate his emotions.