It was jealousy, envy, indignation, and hatred.
The hands behind his back clenched into fists. His gaze, when it fell on Selena Sheridan, was utterly cold.
Selena Sheridan didn't care. She was already used to his cold gaze.
She coquettishly wrapped her arms around the man's waist. "What a shame. My uncle and Georgia must still be busy with work. I guess they can't join us for dinner tonight!"
Justin Sullivan grunted in acknowledgment. "Are you two close?"
"Who? You mean my uncle?" Selena Sheridan blinked. "Of course we are! My uncle dotes on me!"
"It's time for dinner. Let's go." Justin Sullivan pushed her hands away and turned toward the dining room.
In reality, the person Justin Sullivan wanted to ask about was Georgia Thorne.
Selena Sheridan felt a little uneasy. Ever since they got off the plane, she felt his attitude toward her had reverted to its usual state—hot and cold.
