Meeting Seth Sinclair's cold, hard gaze, Ethan Sinclair's senses returned. He let go, releasing Lianne Lianne's arm.
Seth Sinclair lowered his eyes to look over the woman in his arms. After confirming she was unharmed, he flicked his gaze up to Ethan Sinclair, his voice casual yet laced with a chilling coldness.
"Taking my girlfriend out to dinner? Why didn't you invite me?"
"It's just a meal, not a meeting with the parents." Ethan Sinclair's expression was perfectly calm, as if he weren't the one who had just acted so impulsively.
Seth Sinclair was tall with long legs, and his strides were large. Uncle Grant couldn't keep up and rushed over in a fluster, panting, "Mr. Sinclair, this..."
Ethan Sinclair understood implicitly. He spoke to Uncle Grant in his usual refined and gentle manner, "It's fine. You can go back to your work."
Uncle Grant still hadn't caught his breath. He stole a glance at the three of them and the bizarre atmosphere before obediently retreating.
