Vol.17
"What is your name?"
Julian's expression was serious as he asked again.
Claire slowly turned and looked at his face.
Julian didn't seem to be joking or deliberately teasing her. He truly didn't know her.
"I..." Her lips moved, and her eyes trembled with shock and confusion.
Julian's brow shifted slightly, and he withdrew his gaze.
"If you don't want to say it, forget it."
"Mr. Prescott, dinner is ready." Martha appeared at the living room entrance.
The question was cut off there.
Julian turned toward the dining area. Claire hesitated for a moment, then followed.
She hadn't eaten anything since the afternoon, and she didn't want to skip dinner during such a long night.
The dining area on the first floor wasn't large. A long dining table stood by the window. The two of the
