A Vow of Deception, A Vow of Revenge novel Chapter 32

Since it was just the four of them for dinner, they sat at a small, ordinary table.

This made it all too easy for Celia's leg to brush against Tyson's.

Tyson glanced at her, his eyes cool and unreadable, before looking away and ladling some soup into a bowl, which he then set in front of Winona.

His expression never changed, as if nothing at all was happening beneath the table.

Emboldened, Celia pressed her foot a little more insistently against his leg.

Tyson remained perfectly composed, never even glancing her way. Instead, he turned to Winona with gentle concern. "Why aren't you having any soup? I remember you used to love it."

Winona cast a brief look at the bowl. She said nothing.

She really did like the soup Simone made, but knowing it was Tyson who'd served it, she suddenly lost her appetite.

One of the main reasons she was determined to break up with Tyson tonight was that she had overestimated her own endurance.

She simply couldn't stand Tyson's hypocrisy anymore. She couldn't bear any physical contact with him—even sitting near him made her skin crawl.

She had to admit, when it came to pretending, she was no match for Tyson.

Under the table, Celia kept rubbing her leg against Tyson, and the fact that their mother and Winona were right there too made it all the more thrilling for her. She even started making little flirtatious faces at Tyson when nobody was looking.

Suddenly, Simone gave a sharp, deliberate cough.

Celia jerked back, startled, and quickly pulled her leg away.

"Aunt Simone, are you alright?" Winona asked, concern in her voice.

"I'm fine, just an old cough," Simone replied with a smile. "Come on, let's eat."

It seemed like just a minor interruption, but beneath the surface, tension rippled through the room.

After dinner, Simone chatted with Winona for a while, her words full of warmth and concern. But then she steered the conversation to familiar territory, urging Winona and Tyson to start a family soon.

"You're already married, so why not have a child while you're both young? When the time comes, I can help out at the old house, and you won't have to worry about a thing."

Winona hesitated, deciding it was time to warn Simone about her and Tyson's plans to separate.

"Aunt Simone, actually, Tyson and I—"

"Mom, why are you still up?" Tyson suddenly came over, cutting Winona off. "It's getting late. You should rest. Nona's tired too."

"You're right, it is late." Simone smiled at Winona. "Nona, get some rest, dear."

With Tyson there, Winona felt uncomfortable all over. She didn't say another word and retreated to her room.

She'd already made her decision—she wouldn't be coming back after tonight.

As much as she cared for Simone, there was no way she'd stay with Tyson for her sake.

She'd take her time breaking the news to Simone about the breakup.

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