A Vow of Deception, A Vow of Revenge novel Chapter 93

"Don't worry. I'll take care of everything."

Tyson studied Celia for a moment.

Now that he thought about it, Celia's reactions had been strange lately—every time The Capital or the Thorne family came up, she tensed up, as if something was off.

What was going on with her?

No, there was no point in overthinking it. Celia would never lie about something this important.

…

That evening, Winona and Jonah sat across from each other in the dining room.

The crystal chandelier cast delicate patterns across the surface of the creamy mushroom soup. Winona lowered her gaze, absentmindedly stirring her silver spoon, while Jonah, sitting opposite, carefully cut into his steak, his long fingers steady and precise as he handled his knife and fork.

A moment later, he placed the neatly sliced steak onto her plate.

"Thank you," Winona said politely.

Jonah's eyes darkened a shade as he looked at her, his voice a little taut. "Miss Thorne, you don't have to be so formal with me. The Rogers and Thorne families… Well, our engagement is almost official. You know that."

She smiled at him. "Yes, I do."

Setting her spoon down, Winona met his gaze. "Mr. Rogers, I know we're not exactly close yet, but since I've agreed to this engagement, I promise to treat it—and you—seriously."

Jonah felt a lump in his throat, making it hard to speak.

She continued, "If I'm not mistaken, you seem to care about this engagement too. So, I hope we can get along well in the days ahead. If anything feels off, please just tell me. Whatever comes up, let's talk things through, okay?"

Jonah coughed suddenly and reached for his water glass.

The glass scraped sharply against the marble tabletop. Winona noticed his ears were flushed red, his knuckles white around the glass.

"Actually…" He hesitated, Adam's apple bobbing as he struggled for words.

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