Larissa wondered what Flint really wanted to talk about. Staring at him as he casually cut a steak, she grew increasingly suspicious that their dinner wasn't just ordinary dinner. Moreover, Flint rarely invited her to dinner. Could it be that Flint knew about Jefferson and Carabella's true relationship? How did he know?
Since Flint wanted to talk about his fiancée, she naturally didn't want to miss this opportunity. She placed her fork and knife on her plate and wiped her lips with a handkerchief.
"What do you really want to talk about? Why did you bring up my fiancé all of a sudden?"
A sly smile spread across his handsome face. "I thought you knew all about your fiancée's strange behavior lately."
"Now I want to ask you a question. What made you suddenly want to talk about it openly in front of me?"
"Because I have a feeling, your fiancé seems to be ignoring you lately."
