Eliana immediately picked up her phone and called Preston.

On the other side, Maurice stared at Eliana’s caller ID on the screen of his phone. All the dissatisfaction that had accumulated within him finally reached the peak.

So when he answered the phone, it was in a rather unfriendly way.

“Eliana, what’s wrong with you? Earlier, you called me so many times and even texted a bunch of strange questions to me. What’s your reason for calling again? Do you think that there’s no limit to my patience?”

“It was definitely a misunderstanding! I was so dumb that I just blindly blamed you,” Eliana said in an apologetic tone.

“A misunderstanding? Have you ever trusted me? You always believe whatever others say, but you don’t believe a word I say. Can you tell me why?”

To say that Maurice was exasperated by Eliana’s attitude towards him would be an understatement. It seemed that regardless of whether his identity was Maurice or Preston, he never had Eliana’s trust.

Being treated by Eliana this way was a big blow to him.

Eliana, on the other hand, was a little flustered after hearing the cutting anger and disappointment in Preston’s words.

“Because… Because compared to being deceived by other people, being deceived by you would really hurt me!”

In her anxiousness to appease Preston, Eliana blurted out a flurry of words in one breath. But as soon as she finished saying them, she was gripped with regret.

talking about? She wished she could just press

a

asked, subconsciously tightening

sounded like a confession of love. The possibility made his heart almost beat out of

back to her

so angry at the prospect of Preston’s deception in the first place—she

was angry at him because she cared about him, and she felt hurt because she cared

she was thinking about Preston, Maurice’s face also appeared

also cared about Maurice the

Eliana didn’t want to admit it. Deep in her heart, she still didn’t believe that Maurice was the one who had brought the downfall of the Pierce

to have inexplicable

had she fallen into such

and Maurice seemed to be shrouded in. And now, she couldn’t even figure out

chose not to answer Preston’s question. It was not that she wanted to torture

disappointedly without hearing an answer

Eliana put down the phone, Nana raised an eyebrow and asked, “How did it go? Did he

lip

Eliana on the shoulder and comforted her, “Eliana, don’t worry. Since you can’t trust the gigolo,

that, Nana took out her phone and sent a message to

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