"Going out to have fun?" Vivian Sullivan blinks for a moment, then her gaze eases, "So what you're saying is, Summer Lowell is doing pretty well now? Then I'm relieved."
Charles Jenson looks up at her, lightly stroking his chin with his right hand, his expression carrying a hint of complex emotion: "It seems like the relationship between you and Mrs. Sinclair really isn't bad."
Vivian Sullivan's face falls again, she fixes her gaze on him, speaking slowly: "I've told you many times, don't call Summer Mrs. Sinclair. Summer doesn't want to be Mrs. Sinclair."
"Well, I've told you too, your words don't matter. Summer and President Sinclair are legitimately married through legal procedures, so it's proper to call her Mrs. Sinclair, whether you want to admit it or not."
Having already extracted the information she wanted, Vivian Sullivan sees no need to stay here any longer, turning to leave.
Charles Jenson doesn't let her leave so easily: "Wait, where are you going?"
