Despite the fact that Sasha had spoken to him, the man's eyes were pinned on the vase she held.
Very faintly, a smile appeared on his rigid face.
So she found it, she actually knew what it was, Andrew thought, his gaze on Anne becoming more profound.
It seemed she was much smarter than he gave her credit for. Somehow, that pleased him immensely. That was because he knew people, when silent and meek, would be mistaken to be weak, but once they took their stand, they were more formidable than the ones who revealed unmatchable power from the start.
This meek little woman could be quite harmless and even perceived as dense at first, but when pushed to a tight corner, she could actually become this rebellious, standing up fiercely for herself without backing down.
He couldn't picture this little woman—whose face was more adorable than it was feisty in any way—to turn into an endearing little rebel.
No matter how he looked at it, he found himself liking it immensely.
