Clara Grant paused, took another small sip of wine, and then answered dazedly, "I don't know."
"Well, let me put it another way—do you care?" Sarah Shelby sat up straighter, her gaze serious as she asked again.
Clara Grant's answer was surprisingly prompt this time. "I don't care."
Sarah Shelby smiled. "Really? Then why is there such a forlorn look in your eyes when you talk about it?"
Sarah didn't believe her for a second. She could tell just from her friend's expression and tone.
It suddenly occurred to Sarah, 'Maybe Clara has already fallen for Seth Quinn without even realizing it.'
'The way she's acting... she's clearly jealous.'
Clara Grant's gaze wavered. "What are you talking about?"
But Sarah didn't tease her further. Instead, she fell silent for a few seconds before speaking again. "I knew that Seth Quinn once had a fiancée."
'Because of her father, she couldn't tell Clara everything she knew, but she could at least give her friend a few hints.'
