Shirley Thorne carefully observed this newcomer, Uncle Grant, and realized he was truly something else.
Uncle Grant's behavior could be summed up in one sentence: You can rant all you want, I'll say what I want, and we'll simply pay each other no mind.
'Such composure!'
Warren Grant, in stark contrast, was far less composed. He flew into a rage and shouted, "Its very existence makes it valid! What did I do wrong? I just want to give the woman I love the official status she deserves!"
Shirley Thorne: 'I'm going to puke, I'm going to puke. Please, just stop talking!'
'True love? Seriously?'
'What right does a man without a conscience have to talk about love?'
Suddenly, the tea before her no longer seemed fragrant, even though it was her favorite Lapsang Souchong.
"Why did you stop drinking?"
Just as she was complaining internally, she suddenly heard Ethan Grant's deep, magnetic voice.
And the voice was so close, as if it was right beside her.
