This was the second time he had put his arm around her waist today.
It wasn't a tight hold, but a restrained one.
His hand was warm, but his expression remained aloof and cool. Only his eyes, already deep and inscrutable, held a darkness she couldn't decipher. It was like a gentle, dark tide, its tenderness washing over the side of her face. Celia Sterling looked away toward the door, not daring to meet his gaze for long.
"Cece needs to learn to get used to this." He spoke the most intimate words in the most casual tone. "This is just an arm around your waist. Later on... how will you be able to handle it?"
Later on, what?
He didn't say.
But the tips of Celia Sterling's ears turned red.
Just then, a WeChat video call from Kian Sterling popped up!
Celia Sterling, feeling as if she'd been granted amnesty, broke free from the ambiguous atmosphere and looked at Silas Norwood with her wide, almond-shaped eyes.
