Silas Cheney hinted desperately, almost blurting out the name directly.
Thea Lynch wasn't foolish, she could tell he was implying something.
Was it just because of what she said?
She mentioned Nina Sinclair provoked him that night, and he did this just because of that?
She asked Silas, "Is it really him?"
"What else?" They didn't mention names, but they both understood.
With his affirmative gaze, Thea's tone wasn't joyful; there was more of a lack of understanding.
"He's really not showing any sentiment, going this far?"
Silas flicked her forehead with his finger, "What kind of thoughts are swirling in your head?"
Thea covered her head, her lips slightly parted, "Is there something wrong with what I'm saying?"
"What sentiment should he have with Nina Sinclair? If there's sentiment to speak of, shouldn't it be with you?"
"Can you be compared to an outsider? Doesn't Ian Preston know what's important?"
