"Miss Dove, I don't want to ask you anything that makes you feel uncomfortable. Because I believe that if you want me to know something you would just tell me." Dante said.
He saw Dove staring at his face, and he smiled softly before continuing, "Moreover, whatever that woman said I know it was bullshit even if you don't tell me."
Dove blinked her eyes in slight surprise, before a small smile appeared on her lipsz and she lowered her head to look at her plate and murmured, "Why do you have so much trust on me, Mr Lancaster? Maybe what she told was right."
Dove felt a strange clenching feeling in her heart and he pressed her lips together. Dante, why does he so easily believes that, when the Mr and Mrs Davis, who had seen her grow up, they hadn't even asked her for at least an explanation before jumping into any conclusion.
