Vincent Hawthorne watched coldly from the sidelines, taking in the entire interaction between Faye Vaughn and his third brother.
She wore the innocent facade of a lamb, but inside, she was a cunning fox.
'If Finn were to cross swords with her, it was hard to say who would come out on top.'
"Second Young Master Hawthorne, the abalone and seafood congee here is quite good. You should try some."
Faye Vaughn didn't miss the hidden meaning in Vincent Hawthorne's eyes.
She nonchalantly passed the bowl of congee to him, not at all bothered that he saw through her. "I've always believed that if your love for someone isn't one hundred percent, if it isn't sincere and passionate, then it can't be called love at all."
Vincent Hawthorne's eyes narrowed behind his glasses.
Her words were pointed.
Faye Vaughn's tone softened, and she sighed lightly. "I'm so envious that Miss Windsor can be loved so wholeheartedly by someone."
