Chapter 485 Billionaire's Lies

• The sun had started its leisurely dip, and a golden amber light spread across the city streets. Eliana and Clarisse sat for hours in the comfortable café, their discussion weaving through the layers of Clarisse's feelings. Following the laughter, there had been an unspoken tension between them one which neither of them could easily disregard.
• Clarisse fidgeted in her seat, her fingers drumming anxiously against the ceramic cup. "You know, I never thought I'd feel like this," she confessed softly, looking down at the half-cup of coffee in her hands. "I always believed I could control my emotions about everything. But last night, and then suddenly. I wasn't so sure anymore."
• Eliana's expression relaxed as she saw her closest friend a woman who'd always been the most calm and composed person in the room display a vulnerability she hadn't anticipated. "It's alright, you know," Eliana told her, her tone warm but authoritative. "Feelings aren't always logical. And you don't need to have them all sorted."