She looked utterly perplexed. "Weren't you two getting along just fine before I left?"
That was why she had felt comfortable leaving them alone.
Preston Keaton said nonchalantly, "I'm good at making conversation with people I don't like."
"..." Evelyn Grant fell silent.
'People he doesn't like...'
'Then why did he insist on calling River Walsh over?'
She kicked her legs lightly, wrapping her arms around his neck and lazily resting her head in the crook of his shoulder. Her voice was muffled. "Actually, River is a really good person. You two might even work together someday. He..."
Preston Keaton cut her off, his tone menacing. "Praising him so much... why don't you go off with him, then?"
Evelyn Grant was certain that if she uttered a single word of agreement, like "okay" or "fine," she'd be dead. She scoffed. "I'm not going with him."
"I'll only stay by your side."
Preston Keaton sneered. "You'd better remember you said that."
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