"Tch, Cole Sutton, you brat, you did this on purpose, didn't you? You know damn well I hate that damn porridge stuff! It's nothing but water! What, you think I'm a fish?" Old Master Grant shot a sideways glare at Lily Shaw, who came in behind Cole, then eyed the rarely-seen bowl in Cole's hand, feeling a hint of suspicion in his heart.
He deliberately said this to Cole, but his eyes were fixed on Lily Shaw's face, hunting for any trace of a reaction from her.
This was the first time he really looked Lily Shaw in the eye—no, to be precise, the second.
The first time he was this serious was when he'd stared at her photo, back when his heart was seething with rage, glaring at the tear-streaked, foolish face of Lily Shaw in the picture.
According to Cole Sutton, Old Master Grant's gaze at the photo was so fierce—his eyes wide and wild, his jaws clenched tight—as if he were staring at his worst enemy, like he wanted to tear her apart with his bare hands!
