Gray frowned at Cecilia's words.
"…I don't recall having something to talk to you about."
He instantly rejected her as he didn't want to get any closer to this woman who oozed coldness from all over her body.
Cecilia blinked once, but the cold air around her seemed to deepen.
Her presence always felt like winter wrapped in order, strict and frigid, yet now there was even a hint of killing intent.
"I see," she nodded.
"Then allow me to be more direct."
She leaned forward slightly, not enough to break etiquette, but enough to press her point.
"I require a private conversation. It concerns matters that are not appropriate to discuss here."
Gray didn't even let her finish forming her next thought.
"No."
A single, flat denial.
Her cold blue eyes narrowed lightly.
"It is important."
"No."
"…You don't even know the topic."
"And I don't want to."
Cecilia's lips twitched at his continuous refusal.
Behind Gray, the girls at the table instantly came to life.
