The Gaze

It feels pointless to hold a grudge now. Besides, Garrett couldn't take back the words that had already escaped his lips, especially when Daphne nodded when she heard that one name. She seemed to enjoy the taste of that name on her tongue.

"Elice," Daphne whispered quietly. "Um... a very unique name. I am sure you can spare some time. At least, I think I should meet her. After all, she's going to be your wife, isn't she?"

Garrett swallowed hard at the right moment, avoiding Daphne's gaze. Still, Garrett was confident that behind her glasses, Daphne had a vision and judgment not to be underestimated.

"Alright. I think today is enough for now. You need some rest. Especially since tomorrow is your first day greeting the Pacific."

With that, Daphne rose and left Garrett alone in his workspace. He immediately closed his eyes dramatically as the door closed.

Oh, God. What had I done? How could I casually mention her name? A woman whose whereabouts I