"Marian?" Did she not trust him? Even now? Especially now? Of course... To her this had only been something out of convenience.
He dropped his hand down to the bed. Of course she wouldn't. Crawling back, he eased off of his side of the bed. Had he not been the one wronged? The one betrayed? The one... lied too? Why was he seeking her forgiveness?
Pride crushed with so much else, he simply muttered. "I'll be back later." Before he made to retreat from the room. Was this what he got for trying to be nice?