Aurelia Shaw raised an eyebrow, glancing sidelong at Grayson Quinn, knowing he was deliberately pretending to watch the commotion. However, this commotion—she quite liked.
"Barely tolerable," Aurelia Shaw said indifferently, her almond-shaped eyes lazily lifting as she looked at Grayson Quinn, "Do you plan to just watch?"
The tone suggested that if he only watched, it would be unfair.
But why did he need to be fair?
She was neither a comrade nor his woman; why should he be fair? Besides, he was here pretending to watch the fun anyway.
That's true, but...
What was with this glance? Contempt? Looking down on him? Disdain? Why did she look at him with a mocking gaze that assumed he lacked the ability?
Grayson Quinn knew this was a trap, a provocation by the other party, but he still fell for it.
Aurelia Shaw's psychological tactics were superior to his.
