Silas Thorne listened to his wife and couldn't help but scoff, his knuckles turning white as he tightened his grip on the cup before him...
He knew it. Things had been going so smoothly with his wife—all the hugging and cuddling—so why had she suddenly started avoiding him on purpose? He had even reflected on it:
'Did things move too fast that day? Did I scare her?'
Well, I'll be damned.
'So it was that dog Wentworth, causing trouble behind my back!'
'His own life is a mess, and he's still trying to stir up trouble in my backyard? Just you wait.'
Kian Jacobs was also displeased.
'All men are scum?'
Those words didn't just offend Silas Thorne.
"Wentworth... are you talking about Liam Wentworth?" Preston Monroe, as a man, had also been caught in the crossfire.
Kian Jacobs nodded.
"Isn't that kid married? Why is he still so unreliable, spouting all that nonsense!"
Silas Thorne said, "They're in the middle of a divorce."
