‘Something’s going on between dad and Minerva…’
Those words echoed in Darwin’s mind, prompting him to yield a blank face towards Minerva as he sat beside her.
It takes a little bit of control to not glare at Minerva, or at his dad.
The lobster bisque in front of him is so aromatic that it made him tore away his gaze from his soon-to-be Mrs. Gray.
Darwin had scooped a couple of spoonful of the soup when he turned his attention to Minerva. She, too, was having a lobster bisque soup. Except for the fact that she constantly hoists her face and glances at his father.
His father. The man he respects the most, loves the most, cares the most.
This made Darwin’s brows furrowed, his lips pursed in a silent emotion. His stomach churned to the thought that…no, his father would never do that to
