Wednesday aided her discomfort by pressing her hands above her knees. Seated across her was Lowell Sebastian, motionless with a hand palmed in his face and closed eyes.
The father and son confrontation a while ago still lingered in her mind. She stared at the young man and drew a long deep breath.
“Is that why you said my novel was unrealistic?” she thoughtlessly whispered amid scanning his frustrated visage.
For the first time, she was able to study his face despite his hand palming half of it. Even without his oozing smugness, she can’t deny that the man in front of her was extremely good looking. It’s no surprise that his father reacted that way. Considering the fact that she drunk-kissed him, that might’ve been the cause of the misunderstanding.
“Mr. Sebast
