"Stealing chickens from his farm?"
That instantly changed Nigel's expression.
The furrow between his brows deepened as he stared at her in confusion.
When did he have a farm?
And when had he started raising chickens there?
"What are you even saying?" he asked. "I've never had any farm, and there haven't been any chickens."
Adelyn stared at him for a moment, then raised her brows as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Oh, so you never had one —neither the farm nor the chickens."
Nigel nodded.
And just like that, her expression sharpened.
"Then why are you looking at me as if I stole your entire house full of treasure?"
"You—"
"What?" she shot back before he could even continue. "Do you want me to click your picture and show it to you? Then will you finally believe what kind of expression you're making?"
Nigel didn't dare challenge her on that.
He knew himself well enough. Even though he had tried to hide it, his displeasure must have shown.
