ALINA
“I don’t think your grandfather is very fond of me,” I said quietly, turning slightly in my seat to look at Vincent
The driver had just pulled up in front of my residence, the engine idling softly in the quiet night.
This was exactly why I had insisted earlier that Alex drive me to the event. I wanted Vincent to be the one to take me home.
Vincent leaned back slightly, his expression unreadable as usual.
“Williams has never been fond of anyone,” he replied flatly.
That didn’t sound entirely true. “He seemed fond of you and Vera though,” I pointed out, then let out a small, nervous chuckle when he raised a brow instead of answering. “I mean… you’re his grandchildren. He should be fond of both of you, right?”
“Using the word fond for what my grandfather feels for me is… strange.
