"For Ian's sake." Nathan Fawcett glanced at his son and realized Ian was a really good excuse.
Sure enough, after hearing this, Ian didn't forget to praise him. "Dad, you're so amazing!"
His eyes were filled with adoration for his father.
Anne Sutton looked at Ian and said, "Thank you, Ian."
Nathan Fawcett watched her and said sarcastically, "Oh, so it's 'thank you, Ian,' but no 'thank you' for me?"
Hearing this, Anne Sutton smiled. She hadn't expected him to be jealous of even Ian. "Thank you too, Mr. Linden."
"..." Nathan Fawcett was taken aback as he watched her smile.
He usually only saw her smile at Ian. Whenever she saw him, she always wore a grim, resentful expression.
Now that she had smiled just for him, Nathan Fawcett was a little dazed.
'He really must have gone too long without any contact with women!'
...
When they got home, the driver stopped the car at the entrance.
