"Quite good at currying favor with elders, aren't you?" Quentin Tyler said coldly as he stormed off ahead.
Jennifer Sullivan hurried after him, unsure of why he was suddenly so upset. He was always unpredictable, his moods swinging without warning, making it impossible for her to figure him out.
Practically jogging to keep up, she followed him all the way back to their room. She couldn't understand why he had gotten angry this time and cautiously said, "Are you upset because I gave Mrs. Eleanor a separate gift? I didn’t tell you because I was worried it wasn’t fancy enough to present in public. I didn't expect Mrs. Eleanor to like it so much..."
Quentin Tyler cut her off, his tone low and cold. "This isn't the only thing you've been hiding from me."
Jennifer Sullivan looked down quickl
