All the way from Imperial Crest Residence to the airport, both in the car and on the plane, Lianne didn't say a word. Seth Sinclair knew she was conserving her energy to face the mother she barely knew.
He didn't try to distract her like before, simply staying by her side.
But Lianne suddenly, drowsily, buried her face in a throw pillow and kept it there for so long it seemed she might suffocate.
Seth Sinclair frowned. His long fingers pinched the nape of her neck, lifting her head.
Lianne's clear, bright eyes stared at him, wide with surprise. She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out.
Seth Sinclair's lips curled. "Why are you glaring at me?"
Lianne answered with a perfectly straight face, "I'm not glaring at you. My eyes are just naturally big."
Her reply made him laugh. "At least you're self-aware."
'She couldn't tell if he was complimenting her or teasing her.'
Lianne's lips parted as if to say something, but then she closed them again, remaining silent.
