"I don't like you."
Gordon's reply was ice-cold, his lips curling into a smirk of cool arrogance that carved a canyon between him and Tracy in an instant. Yet those five words sent a violent tremor through her heart, her crystal-clear eyes widening with shock.
She'd asked before, and the answer never changed. This was better—him not liking her.
His emerald eyes gleamed like distant stars or a moonlit branch.
"Don't hold your breath waiting for me to like you. That's impossible."
He said it lightly, like commenting on the weather. Everything he did for Tracy was just for Elliot—she was the boy's mother, the woman Elliot adored. That's all this was.
Tracy suddenly laughed, blooming like a radiant flower, her beauty captivating hearts with just a smile. Gordon deliberately looked away o
