At that moment, Cora let out a small sigh. She could see the worry written all over his face, the way his eyebrows stayed close together, the way his mouth stayed slightly open like he wanted to ask more questions but was holding back.
She shook her head gently and said, "Oliver, you worry too much. Seriously. It's nothing. If it was really something, don't you think I would've told you immediately? I'm not the kind of person to hide things from you."
Her voice was soft, but firm, as if she wanted to put his mind at ease. She folded one of her arms across her chest and leaned on the chair behind her.
"I just thought about it for a second, and then I realized... it's really not important. So please, stop worrying about it. You're making it look like I'm hiding something."
But Oliver didn't look convinced. He stood still, his eyes staring at the floor for a while before looking back at the phone. He rubbed his palms together slowly, his shoulders slightly tensed.
