Ian puffed out his cheeks.
Nathan Fawcett said, "I really did have something to do, and then I got stuck in traffic. I didn't mean to be late. You're not upset just because I was late, are you?"
'If she was giving me the cold shoulder just because of that, I could understand.'
Anne Sutton wanted to say no, but she couldn't swallow the frustration that had been building up inside her.
Hearing Nathan Fawcett's words, she remained silent.
Seeing this, Nathan Fawcett's lips curved into a slight smile as he walked over. "Anne."
Anne Sutton ignored him.
Nathan Fawcett took the initiative and reached out, taking her hand. "If it's because I was late, I apologize. You have every right to be angry. But don't get too close to Justin Shields."
"And why can't I get too close to him?" Anne Sutton looked at the man, finding his logic incomprehensible. "I'll get close to whomever I want! Stop meddling in my business."
