Calling her by her full name meant he was truly angry.
Evelyn Grant, feeling wronged, bit her lip and softened her voice in submission. "There's a huge gap between our family backgrounds, and we move in different circles. I didn't have the nerve to sit with you in such a prominent spot. Besides, it's Sophie's engagement party today. I didn't want to be too conspicuous."
With her head buried in his chest, Preston Keaton couldn't be bothered to lift her face. He only curled his lips into a cold smirk, his expression hardening with a frosty, ruthless hostility.
An overwhelming sense of pressure washed over her. Evelyn Grant could feel that the man's anger hadn't subsided in the slightest, and she couldn't help but let out a silent sigh.
"Don't be angry anymore," she coaxed, lifting her head to kiss his lips. She nibbled and sucked gently, her voice as soft as a feather. "I haven't scheduled any work for next month, so I can spend time with you. Cheer up, okay?"
