Clara burst out laughing again. "If you don't like her, why do you care that she's looking at you differently?"
"Fine, don't tell me then!" River Sterling huffed, turning his face away.
"It's so obvious. Before, when Ryston looked at you, it was with the kind of look you'd give a pervert or an idiot. But just now? Her gaze was so gentle, even a little admiring. It's like you went from being a total fool to her personal hero."
"For real? She admires... Hey, Clara, what are you saying? You're the fool, you're the pervert!" River Sterling finally processed the insult and complained to Seth Quinn, "Seth, aren't you going to do something about your wife!"
Seth Quinn, however, just nodded in agreement. "I think she's got a point!"
"You two..." River Sterling was so mad he wanted to jump up and down, but the moment he lifted a leg, a sharp pain shot through his rear, making him wince. He wanted to touch the spot but didn't dare.
