"Oh?" Cecilia Quincy arched an eyebrow, a half-smile playing on her lips. "So if you're not belittling me, you must be praising me?"
"Cecilia." Ethan Lockwood lowered his gaze to her, the coldness and sarcasm in his eyes instantly melting into tenderness.
"Cecilia, don't be hasty. Let me explain everything."
Cecilia Quincy: "Fine. I'm listening to Ethan 'slowly explain.'"
A faint smile touched Ethan Lockwood's lips. "We were in love. Even if we've had a bit of a falling out, I wouldn't go out of my way to hurt you. I wasn't trying to humiliate you just now. I was trying to remind you."
"To remind you to be realistic, and to not be led around by a false need to compete with others."
"You're still young, and you still have opportunities. You can't let yourself get caught in a trap of your own making."
"..." Cecilia Quincy tilted her head back to look at him, saying nothing.
