The sheer volume of information that flashed through Summer Thorne's mind in that instant stunned even her.
Though her face remained serene, her heart began to race uncontrollably again.
Timothy York hadn't given her an answer, but she didn't press him for one.
She decided to take his tacit agreement as the truth, perhaps hoping it would bring her some peace.
After a moment of silence, Summer Thorne spoke again. "If you do this, won't Mr. York be angry?"
Her mind was still on their earlier conversation, and the words tumbled out reflexively, without any real thought behind them.
However, Timothy York's gaze darkened slightly.
The next moment, he reached out and gently tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"You're quite the stickler for rules, aren't you? So formal with how you address your elders, even in private."
His tone was flat, and only then did Summer Thorne realize what she had said.
