Joanne's pov
I turned and stepped toward his desk, his attention still fixed on the documents spread before him. The silver frames resting on the bridge of his nose suited him perfectly, though he only wore them when his eyes is fixed on books . Not once had he looked at me wearing them .
“My dear,” I began calmly “I find myself increasingly concerned about Kyle. Something about that girl does not sit well with me. It is almost as though she has completely occupied his thoughts.”
Without pausing, he continued writing.
“Of all the facades at your disposal, you chose one so transparent.”
His words made my eyes narrow instantly.
“And what exactly are you implying, my dear?” I asked coldly.
“You hold no genuine concern for him,” Mason replied as though he were merely stating an obvious
