Travis was silenced by her questions, the sudden weight of her direct query hanging heavily in the quiet space between them. Yet Jillyanna didn't care about it that much. She continued eating as if she didn't put him on a hot seat, her movements smooth, composed, and utterly indifferent to the sudden shift in atmosphere. She picked up another delicate dim sum with her chopsticks, savoring the flavor as though she hadn't just thrown a curveball into his entire world.
Travis clasped his hands together and placed them on the table just beside his plate. He looked at her seriously, devoid of emotions, but his eyes were dark and penetrating. The bright light of the private dining room caught the sharp contours of his face, casting deep shadows that emphasized his intense focus. It made her feel like he was looking directly at her soul, stripping away her carefully constructed walls and peering into the raw truth beneath.
