"Ah… so it's Miss Gwyneth." Cecilia's tone instantly turned icy, her expression freezing into a mask of cold indifference.
"Again, it's you!" Blair snapped, springing up from the sofa, her body trembling with anger. "You really never leave, do you?"
Cecilia yanked the towel from her shoulders and tossed it to the floor. She didn't even want to waste a single word on her, striding quickly toward the front door. Passing the kitchen, the butler hurriedly intercepted her, holding out a cup of ginger tea.
"This was instructed by Mr. Blaze before he left," he said carefully. "He wanted you to have some tea to warm yourself."
A burning gaze followed her from behind. Cecilia didn't need to look back to imagine Blair's furious face. The ginger tea in front of her suddenly felt like it was scorching hot in her hands.
Some people would go mad with jealousy over a situation like this. Others wouldn't even care.
