At his words, Seraphina Quinn's heart pounded in alarm.
She looked at him in disbelief. "My aunt... She's talking nonsense. That's... not true at all..."
The man leaned in, gripping her chin. His eyes bore into hers. "Is it not true, or is it true and you just don't dare to admit it?"
The man's gaze was piercing. 'Quincy must have been cornered to tell him such a lie,' Seraphina thought.
With that in mind, Seraphina had no choice but to brace herself and say:
"...If it weren't for your good looks and good genes, I... wouldn't have even considered it."
She paused and shrugged. "But now that you've found out, well... forget it."
Damian Fairchild didn't press the issue. Instead, he took off his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders.
"Miss Quinn, it's late autumn. Did you want to come out without a jacket and have your rhinitis flare up?"
Seraphina had left in such a hurry that she'd only worn a mid-sleeve dress.
