Jane Dench's POV

In the banquet lounge, Ben Roberts stood at the door for nearly a minute before he pushed the door open and walked in.

He locked the door and looked at me gloomily.

"Ben Roberts, i..." I wanted to explain, but when I met the gloomy eyes of Ben Roberts, I couldn't say anything.

It seemed that something was stuck, as if I would collapse if i opened my mouth.

"You explain. I'm listening." Ben Roberts waited for a long time, but didn't hear an explanation from. He couldn't help reminding.

What can I say to him?

Would I cry and tell him what had happened at home?...