Seth looked at River Sterling. Having been put on the spot by Linden Jennings, River shot him a resentful glare. Linden, however, sat leisurely on the sofa, a faint smile on his lips as he returned the look.
'So what if I ask? It's not like Seth is going to eat me alive,' he thought.
He stuck his hands in his pockets, looked at Seth, and asked bluntly, "Seth, you're in a terrible mood today. Did someone piss you off? Was it Clara Grant?"
At the mention of Clara Grant's name, Seth's eyes visibly darkened. River saw it clearly. "I knew it. Besides Clara Grant, probably no one else can make you lose your cool like this."
He had barely finished speaking when Seth's cold gaze swept over him. "Is 'Clara Grant' a name for you to be using?"
"Sister-in-law. 'Sister-in-law,' is that okay?" River pouted and quickly corrected himself. "Speaking of which, what did our sister-in-law do to you? Looking at you... you're clearly sexually frustrated. Did she not let you touch her?"
