Though they already had a hunch he'd say something similar, they hadn't expected it to be so moving.
Thus, the table erupted in a sitting ovation once he was done.
As the clapping died down, Elena reached for her wine glass.
She swirled the wine in it for a moment before bringing it to her nose to inhale.
Smiling, she lowered it again and raised her eyes to Silas and Ayla.
Such dedication.
Despite Ayla's staggering insolence today, he still didn't think it necessary to call her out in front of everyone.
What a gentleman.
Shifting her gaze to Ayla, she watched the woman spoon a salad into her mouth before uttering, "What about you, Mrs. Locke? Do you agree with my husband?"
At this, everyone's eyes darted to Ayla.
Ayla hadn't expected to be called onto so soon, but she was ready for it and lowered her spoon, reaching for a napkin to wipe clean the corners of her lips before speaking up.
