That evening, a candlelight dinner was set up on the top floor of the Pyralia Hotel.
Shirley Thorne was still reeling from the shock of being "pregnant" again. She shot a resentful glare, sharp as a dagger, at the man sitting across from her.
Ethan Grant personally poured her a glass of red wine. "Go on, drink up. You won't be able to once you're actually pregnant."
Shirley Thorne's face flushed red. "How could I be pregnant? I'm an unmarried young woman!"
"You saw how happy Grandpa was. If he finds out we're tricking him again this time..."
Shirley Thorne's brow furrowed, her whole face scrunching up in a knot of indecision.
"Then let's make this act real."
Ethan Grant set down his wine glass, his gaze soft as he looked at her. His clear, crisp voice sounded, "You saw about Mr. Digits."
Those two short sentences were all it took for Shirley Thorne to feel like she was being cooked alive.
"You..."
