Ivan Gray wasn't sure what Yara Keats was getting at with her question, so after she spoke, he mulled it over for a moment before replying, "I'm not quite sure what you mean, Miss Keats."
Upon hearing this, Yara Keats didn't look at him. She continued toying with the flower in her hand and said slowly, "Given your Mr. York's habits, I doubt he'd be the one to decorate his home so cozily, would he? This is clearly a woman's touch... But with that ice-cold demeanor and personality of his, how could any ordinary woman manage to leave her mark on his personal space so easily? So, to him, this woman must be someone quite special, right?"
Ivan Gray's expression darkened slightly as he listened to her analysis.
'Honestly, the current situation was rather complicated.'
'Since this Miss Keats was one of Mr. York's people, she most likely knew about Timothy York and Summer Thorne.'
