The two of them suddenly started chatting heatedly about coconuts, even Rupert Harris was surprised at how well the two of them were getting along.
He glanced back at Baron Lawrence, seated alone and ignored, his temples pulsing with a headache.
He had never seen someone as clueless as Emily Goldsmith; did she really believe Ms. Clark when she said the two weren't fighting? Couldn't she see how foul Baron's expression was?
He thought this but didn't specifically remind the chattering people.
Instead, his mood improved, curling his lips into a rare smile.
Does this mean that this woman really doesn't like Baron anymore?
If that's true, then regardless of Baron's mood, he would be quite pleased.
He leaned back leisurely in his chair, stretching his long legs, steady and calm, as if he couldn't feel the icy tension in the air.
