Summer Thorne was keenly aware of his reaction.
She lowered her head and saw his hand slowly pulling back.
In the dim light, his well-defined hand was just a hazy shadow, clenching into a fist by his pant leg.
Summer Thorne averted her gaze, looking out the window again.
"I asked something I shouldn't have, didn't I?"
Timothy York didn't look at her either.
After a suffocating silence.
"Did someone tell you something?"
Timothy York asked.
Summer Thorne lowered her eyes slightly.
He hadn't answered her question directly.
He had always rarely answered her questions directly.
In the past, he would brush things off with a few words, and she never pressed for more.
Now that certain things were becoming clearer, she was finally starting to understand.
'Yes, a relationship like theirs.'
'For one, he was never willing to let her know about his affairs. For another, she never insisted.'
