His expression was impassive. "She's tired. I'm taking her back to rest."
Max nodded.
Preston Keaton patted the waist of the woman in his arms. "Say goodbye to Max, baby."
"..." Evelyn Grant's expression was a little dazed. She lifted her head from his embrace, a crimson hickey on her delicate neck standing in stark contrast to her fair skin. She whispered, "Max, goodbye."
Max gave a sheepish smile as he saw them off, so annoyed he wanted to slap his own face.
Sini saw his expression and asked, "What's wrong?"
There were some things he couldn't say, especially to his wife.
'Just now, Lorcan made Miss Grant say goodbye to me for a reason—so I'd see the hickey on her neck. He was warning me.'
'It was just one brazen glance at the beginning, but Lorcan had held a grudge about it this whole time.'
'When did Lorcan become so petty?'
—
On the way back, Preston Keaton didn't hold Evelyn Grant.
He usually held her on his lap.
