Seraphina Quinn's head was about to split!
'This bastard, he just won't go away!'
Seraphina Quinn's face was pale with anger.
But of course, Damian Fairchild chose that moment to fix his gaze on her face. "Aren't you going to explain?"
Before Seraphina Quinn could speak, Cian laughed out loud.
"Fairchild, we're all adults here. Seeing her like this, can't you tell she and I have a thing going on? A woman's silence is a cover-up, and a cover-up is an admission of guilt. Her not speaking is a tacit confession..."
Furious, Seraphina Quinn grabbed a glass of water from the table and splashed it in his face. "Can you just shut up?"
Cian was soaked, water dripping from his hair and face.
The warm water streamed from the tips of his hair, down his brow and eyelashes, splashing onto his neck and soaking the front of his shirt, revealing the powerful muscles hidden beneath the fabric.
The teacup in his hand let out a sharp CRACK as he crushed it, his expression unchanging.
