"There's something I forgot to tell you." Thinking of what he'd found, Damian Hawthorne's expression turned serious. He shot a casual glance at Miles Sinclair. "Mr. Sinclair, would you mind giving us some privacy? This is a private matter between me and Cecilia."
"There are no secrets between Cecilia and me," Miles Sinclair countered with a smile.
Damian Hawthorne scoffed. "Playing the part of her shadow, are we?"
"It's understandable that you don't grasp my relationship with Cecilia, Mr. Hawthorne. But we've always promised each other that we would never keep secrets."
"Is that so?" Damian Hawthorne's lips curled into a cold smile. "Then why did the news that you're still alive only surface recently? Where were you before?"
Miles Sinclair's face stiffened slightly, but he returned to normal after a few seconds. "I never hid the fact that I was alive. Cecilia has been by your side all these years, and I didn't want to disturb her."
