Just then, Faye Jennings spotted Clara Grant, and her heart lurched.
'It's her? Clara Grant!'
'The woman Seth Quinn spoke of with such doting affection!'
'The woman who was worthy of standing by Seth Quinn's side!'
'The woman who, according to rumor, would soon become the first lady of Aegis!'
Recalling the sweet way they had just been acting, Faye Jennings felt a wave of bitterness wash over her.
'It seems Seth Quinn has truly fallen for this Clara Grant.'
'Otherwise, with a temperament like Seth Quinn's, how could he possibly let a woman feed him in such a public, bustling restaurant—and gladly accept it?'
Although she had seen them share an even more intimate kiss before, the sight still made her heart ache unbearably.
'As far as she knew, Seth Quinn had never shown much interest in women. She couldn't help but wonder how he'd suddenly fallen for this girl—pretty and innocent, yes, but also so green and immature.'
