Just hearing the words "last night," Thea Lynch was already on the verge of losing it, let alone what he said after.
She tried her best to keep calm, her back tense, while her hand hidden in her pocket clenched into a fist.
It was like being repeatedly grilled over hot coals, the skin touched by his gaze felt a stinging burn.
"What nonsense is Silas talking."
He looked darkly, "What nonsense are you talking."
"I..."
He added, "I mean last night."
"!"
Thea Lynch was startled, he indeed remembered what happened last night. She didn't really dare meet Ian Preston's eyes, but they were too familiar with each other, afraid he'd notice her guilt, she could only brace herself and meet his gaze.
"I don't really remember much about last night." She had also been drinking last night, though not as excessively as Ian, just a little.
At this point, she could only use this explanation to keep the peace.
