I Will Get Help

After walking away from the suite he shared with Jade, Harry went over to the resort lounge, and he sat there, agonizing silently over what had just happened.

He sat there, staring blankly at ornate designs on the wall as he replayed the entire event in his head. The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he felt, and the heavier the weight in his chest.

Everything had been meticulously planned, down to the last detail. But now, it was all in shambles because of a misunderstanding. Jade's reaction had left him reeling, and he couldn't stop the anger and disappointment from bubbling up within him.

How could she think so little of him? How could she look him in the face and say all that to him?

If he had not returned when he did, would she have left just like that and let him return to an empty room?

Did he mean so little to her that he didn't deserve a benefit of doubt regardless of what she had seen or understood from what she had seen?