Nathan Firth's gaze was deep, so deep that it seemed like his eyes only held you, even when threatening: "Aren't you afraid that the news will spread about Quiana Sutton having a secret boyfriend if I don't come in?"
Quiana Sutton: "..."
She hesitated slightly but still let him in.
As soon as Nathan entered the house, Quiana felt her not-so-large apartment instantly turned into a hell of screaming ghosts. His eyes were icy cold, as if frozen.
"Who was just here? I can smell someone else's presence in this room."
Quiana Sutton: "!!!"
She looked at Nathan with a bit of shock. Did he have a dog's nose? Could he still smell Durrell Landon's scent lingering in the air?
She glanced at him and said impatiently, "No one, I live alone in this apartment."
Nathan didn't expose her lie, just let a cold arc appear at his lips: "I hear you're going to film a movie with Durrell Landon?"
Quiana felt her patience was nearing its limit but still said, "That's Director Fang's choice."
