Shirley Thorne couldn't understand it. All she did was eat a meal, so how had she managed to make him go ice-cold again? The temperature in the room had dropped so low she could have used an ice-cold Coke.
But...
Then again, it felt like the magnate hadn't given her the cold shoulder in a long time. Ever since they'd arrived on Pyralia, the time they spent together had increased dramatically. Most of the time, the magnate just wore his usual poker face, and the occasional tenderness that flickered in his eyes was like a shooting star—there and gone in a flash.
"Shirley Thorne!"
Seeing her lost in thought, Ethan Grant was very displeased, his tone laced with anger.
The shout snapped Shirley Thorne back to reality, and the chopsticks in her hand fell to the floor with a CLATTER.
They made a crisp sound as they hit the floor tiles.
"What's wrong?"
In her agitation, Shirley Thorne blurted out the words with a slight country lilt, her face breaking into a placating smile.
