The lights in the movie theater dimmed.
The film's score was somewhat horrifying, and from the front row, Vivian Windsor gasped, "That head just popped out of nowhere! It scared me!"
Wyatt Hawthorne lowered his voice and soothed her, "It's not that scary."
Faye Vaughn, in the back row, heard everything clearly.
Wyatt's attitude toward Vivian was just as the rumors described—exceptionally patient.
Faye frowned slightly.
'Could it be that Wyatt really has his heart set on someone?'
'A cold, hard man like him doesn't seem the type to be lovesick.'
'So what are his feelings for Vivian?'
Faye's mind wandered, not paying much attention to the movie. Beside her, Vincent Hawthorne was equally distracted.
He peered through the gap between the seats and saw Vivian leaning her body closer and closer to his older brother.
Vincent Hawthorne's brow tightened.
He took out his phone and sent Vivian a message: [Vivian, are you resting? Is your stomachache any better today?]
